A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! Please enjoy this poem that I’ve written this evening.

There are thistles beside the path,

Adorning the grove,

Crowning the grass with tenacious thorns, proudly

Aligned. Sharp pinpricks,

Warning travelers, do not

Enter here, this sacred place;

This space is reserved only for woodland kings;

And queens.

Wistful green grass gazes back longingly past the barrier of

Proudly crowned knights

In their armour of needles and thumbtacks

And pins, waiting,

Yearning for the height of trees of the stateliness

Of the thistles,

Swaying in the breeze.