(Poem 25 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Tuesday at Three
is our time for tea,
our standing engagement,
my dragon and me.

Once per week,
we let the leaves steep
and whisper the secrets
the two of us keep.

We laugh and cry,
eat pickles and rye,
stir cream and sugar,
and share some pie.

He’s never dressed,
and that’s the best
because he eats so much
he needs room to digest.

We always say
we’re going someday
to surprise the locals
at the nearest buffet.

But if we did,
we’d end up amid
a crowd of onlookers;
heaven forbid.

We’d rather meet
at our little retreat
where friendship and gossip
make tea time complete.

@Home Studio – 25^th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Dragon Tea Party photos to accompany my poem: