poetry by j matthew waters

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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19 thoughts on “teatime in the white room

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

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

  3. 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.)

  4. 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 ~

  5. 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…

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

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