Poetry

Ghost Tea

Posted by Kirsten on 

House finch on yellow feeder
wind chimes twinkle 
announcing the start of 
backyard theater.

Hummingbirds flutter
sipping from hanging crimson.
Lizard stops to watch,
bees buzz in suspicion.

Berries, snickerdoodles,
giggles and tea.
Soft sugar scents and fine linen
a dish of honey.

Daughter and me.

It's for you, Mommy,
daughter says.

She passes a gift
sketched in pencil lead
of a ghost
holding its head...

It’s my story.
I wanna make scary things too!

Cuz, I love you.

Published by Kirsten

Fiction writer. 🌱 Nature lover. Heavy Thinker.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Knukkls says:
    April 13, 2022 at 10:26 am

    I could picture this so well. Very heartwarming!

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    1. Kirsten says:
      April 13, 2022 at 10:35 am

      Thanks! 👻 Now I want some snickerdoodles again… Mmm.

      Reply
  2. Pooja G says:
    April 16, 2022 at 2:18 pm

    Ooh that end 👻

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    1. Kirsten says:
      April 18, 2022 at 11:15 am

      Thank you! 🙂

      Reply
  3. Mike U. says:
    May 9, 2022 at 6:51 pm

    This is super-cool! The backyard imagery is so vibrant, that the ending! I could help but to grin. Your poetry is amazing, Kirsten. Well done! 🙂

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    1. Kirsten says:
      May 10, 2022 at 5:05 am

      Thank you, Mike 🙂 Sometimes I think the name Wednesday would’ve been perfect for my daughter. Hah!

      Reply

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