Day 17. #NaPoWriMo2012

§ April 17th, 2012 § Filed under bread, deadlines, fae and elvish, National Poetry Month, poems & lyrics § Add a comment


Sweet china dish
I see you there each night
filled with milk for me,
bit of bread leaning
on the golden rim.
If I come early
I might see you
there on the table
with a pat of butter
ready for my favorite
to grace her bigger slice.
Then she wipes you
with the bread she set aside
she adorns it with
a slice of berry
she fills the dish
from the creamer
and sets it on the sill
for my nightly repast.

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