A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! Hope you enjoy this short poem that I wrote this evening.

But where now

Do you sleep, now that

The tide has come in and swept away

The driftwood, the palace

That you built from weeds

Adorned with sea glass, smoothed

By salt as you have been,

Rough edges eroded

Away by time?

Do you drift, yourself,

Upon these waves, or

Have you now retreated to the shore

Where now the sunlight

Makes the jellyfish glitter in the sun,

But is not home?

Where now, do

You sleep, now that

She is gone?