- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Samovar
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Click hereTea with my aunt
the scent of musty lavender
and remembrances of a dashing Cossack.
She sees my smile
distorted in reflection
from the polished samovar
floating splendid
on a hard sea of mahogany.
"Your grin is out of place.
You find it hard to imagine
me a lusty widow.
There was a time young man,
I might have played you like a cello."
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- COMMENTS
UnderYourSpellalmost 11 years agoOh I say :) naughty Aunty midst the cucumber sandwiches and Earl Grey tea :)
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoLeave the shit alone! Only a twit has the need to rewrite other peoples poems.
Angelinealmost 11 years agoI have never had such a conversation with a relative that I wasn't married to. Actually I never had that conversation with him, either. Things are steamy up North, eh? I liked the shadow of your smile.
twelveoonealmost 11 years agois great, we'll allow for the Aunt actually saying that, however the end line comes off to me not as an unhammered nail, but one that has actually fallen out of the hole.
Cossack> samovar (good)
Cossack.> samovar> cello?
Musician > polished wood (I changed mahogany).>cello
end refers back to the beginning
just my take
5ed
Desejoalmost 11 years agoReading this I cannot help but imagine I am sitting in the parlor on a rather uncomfortable horsehair stuffed chair, sipping my tea and observing this exchange. Love this - and read aloud it's even better.
