Afternoon Tea (In Suburbia) Poem by james watkin

Afternoon Tea (In Suburbia)



There's its brickwork archway
Wreath-like enfurled.
A sunblest portal into
Another world!

England's up-stepped, sat for
Timeless honoured.
Of those of rank: housewives!
Ladies: house-proud!

Tea-in-pot trayed, scone-tiered
Sipped, snatched as deft.
Poured over gossips - same!
Crumb-spilt, what's left!

Thursday, May 6, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: tradition
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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