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by C Cattaway Aug 21, 2007
Dark, fantasy /
The clock said to the teapot,
'Hey, I'm hanging on the wall,
So I can see the entire room
As long as I don't fall'.
The teapot returned with his jibe,
'They take me out when they
Are trying to impress, so I
Hear everything they say'.
The clock hung there, and thought a while,
And then, he simply said,
'What wonders we have talked about
When they have gone to bed'.
The teapot laughed his little laugh,
And he agreed, 'It's true,
For walls have ears, but they've not seen
The things he's put her through'.
The teapot and the clock sat there,
Deep thoughts whirled round their heads.
The violence, it was hidden well.
It's too late, now she's dead...
"wherein the actual was conveyed..."
My apologies, I simply meant to say actual story, actually.
Happy Holidays! ^_^
An amusing exchange of wit between a teapot and a clock, as each of them boasts its distinct advantages to the other. And vice versa. And, yet, the latter portion, wherein the actual was conveyed, captivated me further. Very neat, Miss C!
I'm drawn to poems with unusual titles and your poem certainly took me into it's own strange but fascinating world. The sinister and dark undercurrent give it an added poignancy. Unique and excellent!
Unique and very creative. I like the story behind the poem, and the way that you wrote this one is really excellent. The ending is great, it adds amazing effect to the whole piece.