Saturday, November 3, 2018

Head on A Tray/imaginary gardens with real toads

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


Toni Spencer said...

Perhaps it was just a dream. Good take on the prompt.

brudberg said...

I wonder too... alas I often misplace my head.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

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.

Kerry O'Connor said...

There is a wonderful rhythm in your lines, which adds to the narrative voice.. I can relate to this interpretation.

Kim Russell said...

I know this feeling, Annell, detached from yourself and feeling foolish. I like the ambiguous ending!

Ron. said...

Well done. My hat's off.

Vivian Zems said...

It's just as well that we all make no worries there :)

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