Head on A Tray
How often I have felt
I have my head in my hands
When I have misspoken
When I have foolishly called your name
When I have made a mistake
When I have gone the wrong way
It seems my head
Is not on my shoulders
There is it
Sitting on the tray
Along with the teapot
The cups for tea
Come sit with me
As I adjust my head
In the place it belongs
Perhaps it was but a dream
November 3, 2018
8 comments:
Perhaps it was just a dream. Good take on the prompt.
I wonder too... alas I often misplace my head.
This is beautifully haunting!❤️
I love the subtle way you suggest that you are still offering it as a snack or drink, though. You feel foolish, but you aren't taking it away.
There is a wonderful rhythm in your lines, which adds to the narrative voice.. I can relate to this interpretation.
I know this feeling, Annell, detached from yourself and feeling foolish. I like the ambiguous ending!
Well done. My hat's off.
It's just as well that we all make mistakes....so no worries there :)
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