Paul Warren

Gold Star - 68,542 Points (ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA)

Social Comment - The Reader Of Tea-Cups - Poem by Paul Warren

A friend of my mother's read tea cups
And when I came home from school we would ante up
She would be in the lounge room awaiting us
We would drink our tea and go in without fuss

So we would sit there with up turned cup on our plate
And read what our future from the cup she would make
My mother said the tea cup was an instrument
And that you would see what the Lord would have sent

This lady had learnt her skill during the time after the Great War
When death had called far too often that our families saw
So the Spiritual Church sanctified these people whose life had been mired
During the Great War when their soldier's death had transpired

She was the one who told of my spirit guide
An older man in a suit who stood with pride
The thing the I could never work out
How she knew some things that I did not let out

© Paul Warren Poetry

Topic(s) of this poem: social comment

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A memory from my childhood. Something you wouldn't see now. Have you ever had someone tell you something about yourself that you knew no one else knew.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 20, 2015


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