Thursday, April 14, 2011

Blue Hydrangeas


My friends are writing poetry,

seated at polished teak desks

in gardens swollen with blue hydrangeas.

There, words drop from their fingers

sculpting tributaries to the sea.

3 comments:

nataliejane said...

beautiful!

Kimberly Long Cockroft said...

As I write these words
from my gleaming teak desk
As I tip blue hydrandea
on its ruffled, afro head to dry,
As I become all that you envision,
I agree that I must sip tea
not from my own chipped cup
but the saucers of queens.

:)

Unknown said...

I'll come for tea,
she said to the queen,
but no hydrangeas for me,
no mottled blue and purple
bursts of passion.
A dandylion in a jelly jar,
please, some tea
from your chipped cup,
and toasty word crumpets
for a little snack.