Bone china promises.

[keith]

Hours come by in neutral shades,

Anonymous guests

Unannounced,

Faded place names

On discoloured lace

Table cloths,

Bone china promises

And Earl Grey tea,

Just empty cups

That gaze at me.



Shadows creep across the carpet,

Hardly perceptible

Interlopers,

Running dark fingers

Over Regency

Mahogany,

Portraits of yesterday

grimly defined,

So wearily patient

And perfectly blind.



The slowly dying embers paint

Faintly glowing scenes,

Delicate

Dancing images

In burnished brass,

Reflected

With such elegance

Upon the dying day,

To whisper for a final time

Then softly fade away…

[Lisa Arnold]

your poetry truly shines, beautifully scribed