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solitude—

the tea is getting cold.

there's a tepid, soggy lemon sitting on the saucer;
you forgot that you didn't like lemons—
not in your tea, anyway—
until it was too late,
and now the blessed liquid's only purpose
is to be the object of a staredown
with your own reflection.

come to think of it,
you used to put lemons in your tea;
that must have been why you instinctively
slipped a slice
into your cup,
but you haven't savoured its dour tang
ever since she left
and took all the lemons
with her.



the sandwiches moulder,
the scones crumble into dust;



and you can't quite bring yourself
to care,
because apathy is the only thing
you've allowed yourself to keep.

Author notes

This is the sound of Emily stepping out of her comfort zone. Oh my.
Prompt: the long dark teatime of the soul

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  • evershine-90
    September 28
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    Wow, an interesting and intriguing piece, Liked this, Thank you for your entry
    Evershine


  • Random Renee
    August 30

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    great write! awesome ending thanks for entering good luck !!♥


  • perfectsunset gold member
    August 30

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    Wow, this was very cleverly written.
    I like your concepts conveyed here
    with beautiful imagery. there's a
    depth to this piece, and I like it.

    Best of luck & thanks for entering

  • clockface
    August 13

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    "you used to like lemons in your tea;
    that must have been why you instinctively
    slipped a slice
    into your cup,
    but you haven't liked its dour tang
    ever since she left,"
    Now that I think about it, the repetition of "liked" doesn't suit me, but maybe I'm just nit-picking too much.

    I like the soft, subtle emotion in this poem.
    And the last stanza pulls together the story
    to give everything proper closure.

    Best of luck in the contests you've entered.

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