teatime in the white room

11 Mar 2016

teatime in the white room

the teacups were so small
but not as small
as the table and chair I sat upon
with my newfound
furry friends who chattered
nonstop and laughed
like animated mice

I sat pretty as you please
thumb and forefinger
holding up the flowery teacup
pinky sticking straight up
and smiling like a lunatic
at my mysteriously
fabulous companions

march two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged fantasy, lunacy, poem, Poetry

19 thoughts on “teatime in the white room”

Bonny Blogger on March 11, 2016 at 7:10 am said:

Reblogged this on Paws N Reflect.

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- j matthew waters on March 11, 2016 at 7:12 am said:
  
  thanks for reblogging this one Bonnie 😀
  
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The Course of Our Seasons on March 11, 2016 at 8:05 am said:

Quite a fairy tale start to the day – charming and whimsical – but aren’t you always! 🙂

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- j matthew waters on March 11, 2016 at 9:27 am said:
  
  Thanks so much, Kathleen, glad you enjoyed this one!
  
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Suzy Hazelwood on March 11, 2016 at 9:01 am said:

Haha…I love this – like something from Alice in wonderland. Entertaining indeed!! 😀

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- j matthew waters on March 11, 2016 at 9:28 am said:
  
  I’m elated you love this one, Suzy!
  
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C.M. Blackwood on March 11, 2016 at 1:25 pm said:

Reblogged this on C.M. Blackwood and commented:
Brilliant poem by a brilliant poet. Makes me feel like I just fell into Wonderland. (Pour a bit of wine into my teacup, please.)

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- j matthew waters on March 11, 2016 at 2:23 pm said:
  
  Thanks so much Ms Blackwood – I appreciate you sharing this one!
  
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  - C.M. Blackwood on March 11, 2016 at 3:33 pm said:
    
    I was more than happy to, John!
Pola on March 11, 2016 at 2:24 pm said:

I was taught to hold a cup like this from a very young age, but if you read English Tea Etiquette manuals, they will tell you that sticking your finger up is the height of bad manners! Who knew, right? Wonderful take on play time. I like the idea of having ‘mysteriously fabulous companions’ 😉 That’s a lot of sophisticated sibilance! ~ P ~

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- j matthew waters on March 11, 2016 at 2:27 pm said:
  
  Many thanks for sharing your thoughtful insights into my playful poem 😉
  
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  - Pola on March 11, 2016 at 2:31 pm said:
    
    If you can’t drink tea with stuffed animals or build a blanket fort when the mood takes you, frankly you’re either dead inside or a taxidermist. 🙂 ~ P ~
stevetanham on March 12, 2016 at 7:33 am said:

Wonderful stuff. Reminds me of a very early television version of the story of Alice in Wonderland done by the BBC when I was in my teens. It engendered an emotion which I called ‘Decisively anarchic’, a respect for which has remained to this day…

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- j matthew waters on March 12, 2016 at 7:42 am said:
  
  Thank you, Steve – I appreciate you stopping by and commenting on this piece.
  
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) on March 15, 2016 at 2:51 pm said:

Delightful scene.. I will join my teddybear for a bear later tonight.

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- Björn Rudberg (brudberg) on March 15, 2016 at 2:51 pm said:
  
  Or maybe a beer.
  
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- j matthew waters on March 16, 2016 at 6:28 am said:
  
  thank so much, Björn – you are always more than welcome
  
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  - Pleasant Street on October 6, 2016 at 12:09 pm said:
    
    I’ll join in too, but I’ll also drink the bear’s beer because beer is not good for bears
  - j matthew waters on October 6, 2016 at 5:49 pm said:
    
    all are welcome!