Silver lined cups lined in unison
shelf undusted
savouring the memories
beloved hands
grandmothers loving touch
each sip held swallowed thoughs
now placed hidden high
one day to be remembered
by beloved ancestry
the long, dark,tea-time of the soul.
A contest entry
- Click 60. by perfectsunset.
625 points, ended October 24, 18 entries
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Comments
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Ooh very lovely take on the prompt.
There was a depth to this
you've expressed so well.
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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Very nice and a good use of the prompt. Delicate... a longing for... a ghostly feel to a sad moment of memory... to be again... the way it was. Nice work!
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WONDERFUL!!!!
A very touching way to think of those old cups just sitting up on the shelves with a layer of dust !
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