Tea with The Old Ones

Tea with The Old Ones

There’s a knock at the door

who wants to come in

to this lodge on the cliff

built from diamonds and sin,

from feathers and seashells

from fishtails and farewells,

but the door's locked and bolted

and the kettle’s just on.

Walk up the path something

cut in the cliff;

the luck’s with the young

but they don’t make this trip.

Peer in the window

at the apple green firelight.

You might see a woman

stooped by the midnight,

or a ripple, a shadow

a trick of the moonglow

a face drawn on water

blue lit from below.

Is it tea that she’s drinking,

Is it real that she’s winking?

Or is the room empty

and  everyone gone?

Some leave

without asking.

Some stay

for the tasking

and some stay to sup,

but for tea

with the Old Ones

you need your own cup.

October 2010

Posted for    Open Link Night   at dVerse Poets Pub

Doors are open and link in is live till tomorrow at midnight EST. Come join us for our lucky 13th OLN. I am the ghostess with the mostess tonight for your poetrying pleasure.