Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Teacup

I look out the window and see
you drinking down the stirrup-cup
standing there by the open gate.

And your shining-coat, smooth-gaited
horse fidgets at the sound of the sea
that echoes in my hollow-cupped

hands wrapped round a cooling teacup
as you ride away through the gate
down the lane that leads to the sea.

See the loving-cup spilled at the gate.

Collection available! Knocking from Inside

3 comments:

Cloudscome said...

Ah, so sad! An empty, spilled goodbye?

Sylvia Vardell said...

Beautiful and bittersweet! Thanks for participating in Poetry Friday at PoetryforChildren this Halloween! Stop by any time...
Sylvia

jone said...

This is so poignant. There is a spooky qulaity to it.