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Ghost Tea

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.

written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and loves nature, travel, art, and photography.

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8 responses to “Ghost Tea”

  1. Knukkls

    I could picture this so well. Very heartwarming!

    1. Kirsten

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

  2. Pooja G

    Ooh that end 👻

    1. Kirsten

      Thank you! 🙂

  3. Mike U.

    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! 🙂

    1. Kirsten

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

  4. DEVANG UPADHYAYA

    Interesting!!
    Such a amazing writer you are Kirsten.
    Keep shining. Best wishes

    1. Kirsten

      Thank you so much, Devang! Much appreciated. Best wishes to you too.💫

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