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Tea and sympathy

“A cup of tea would restore my normality.”
[Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Screenplay]”
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tea and sympathy

with her thoughts,
her tinnitus sang,
breaking her silence.

Distant pounding,
was that her heart,
aching to be heard?

Melancholy hung
in the cold air,
touching her senses,
and the ceiling
pressed down!

All was still,
except the chaos
of her mind.

Her eyes darted
to the window,
a world beyond
where frailty broke apart…

Too many answers required
to resolve
blatant curiosity.
She knew she was in hiding!

Was this cup the chalice
of tears
poured out,
in loneliness,
the warm fluid
trickled down,
bringing solace
to an otherwise
dull afternoon?

of Childhood memories,
sprang to life.
A time traveler,
back when
English tea parties
were all the rage.
She could see her mother’s
blue eyes sparkle
in her mind’s eye.

Temperate seasons,
warm Bulawayo days
on tranquil lawns
speaking like
small talk
and conversations
about the weather…

A kind of belonging,
a tribe,
“teapots’ they called us.
Days of innocence
teased her mind,
nursery tea,
“Cat’s pee” they said.
She paid no mind…

Should she have spent time
away the harm
of magical thinking?
Made up stories
in her head,
misguided narratives
of a gentle life.

Oh the delight
of daydreaming
in the afternoon.

It brought her comfort,
her sympathetic tea…



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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