She collects scraps of broken pottery,
Then turns them into dreams;
Laid out on old newspapers,
As she prepares high-tea for the Queen.
Her guests arrive at 3pm,
And by 3.01, have all been sat;
An one-eyed doll,
The scruffy dog,
Plus a very reluctant cat.
Her young sister, as instructed,
Announces that the Queen, is on her way,
Then she serves them tea,
With buttered stones,
And a mud pie, prepared from clay.
© Fingleton (Mai 2016) (Löst Viking)
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Childhood revisited ! A sepia-tinged photograph.
Thank you Vijay.
Wonderful reflections on Childhood days..!
Bhaskaranand, thank you for your comment.
A tightly wound, vivid narrative that radiates poignancy and nostalgia.
Thank you Louis.