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Scones, Clotted Cream & Curds
She served them tea
In Wedgwood cups,
Featuring tantalizing Hibiscus designs.
Stylish angular handles welcomed even stubby thumbs;
Saucers, like deep-blue ponds, encircled each vessel.
In another life,
She’d been quite swanky:
Champagne parties, slinky skirts,
& jingle-jangle jewelry — dangling,
From her thin, pale, elegant neck.
But now,
Her parties were tame:
Small, social, afternoon affairs,
Starring sandwiches, scones, clotted cream & curds.
Chit-chat opened each outing; gossip, each close.
Weariness,
Wearing a drab cloth coat,
Chose to attend this otherwise ordinary day.
Exhaustion & Fatigue tagged along.
Next time they had tea, was at her funeral.