Summer Tea Party
Dainty teacups accommodate the civil tongue
as azure cornflower petals are dispersed
Amidst rich twining of expertly blown
Cherry-scented tobacco.
A private word in the corner of the dining
Room illuminated by a cherubim candelabra
Gives insight to destiny, a future in tealeaves
Among the trigger of family jewels.
Bare shoulders as silken as a pink rose,
Conceal the chains of possession,
A maiden's corset,
Beneath a careless shrug.
Despite a ferocious wind blowing,
Under currents of humor
By the cotillion of hand painted
Fans
Held by debutante elbowed gloves
And the dangerous vague apologies
Of unsuitable overwhelmed suitors,
Furtive smiles switched sides
And turned coat with progress.
Interesting times we live in.
