The Question

Inspired by and written for Weekend Writing Prompt – Thank you, Sammi

The Question
Form: Free verse

Kettle boils and pot is warming
measured spoons of leaves to brew
the perfect cup of tea
and from the tin
a guilty secret of biscuits on a plate
one, two, or
just maybe three
because four would be greedy
and poet sits
pen in hand
a pondering on his mind
intense thinking sipping tea
his eye caressing a biscuit
should he dunk or should he not
either way
it has to be said
only crumbs will remain

Word count: 78


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