A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! Please enjoy this evening’s little poem, about distance.

Fate has tied me with string,

Stretching miles away, past

Train tracks where the nature sprites dance over

Red-worn brick work,

Where the Buddleias bloom in the gravel;

This line

Travels past my horizon, through green fields, over fences,

To where the buildings touch the sky.

 

And I shall share thunderstorms,

Electric points illuminate the early hours,

Connected by nought but a thread,

And a flash of light;

And that will not be enough;

But a sunset shared is one personified, gazing out of windows

Tied with string, words

Written that would be spoke aloud;

And the buzz will be physical, held in my hand

Where a screen lights up

With a now joyful sound;

And if it’s raining where I am but you

Don’t have a cloud in the sky,

I’ll tell you I’m jealous of the sunshine;

For it gets to see you.