Earl Grey Tea

Her mind
was a Mobeus strip

which every now & then

she offered a sip

like a too rich wine
which offended the palette.

She acted like a
fictional character

in an outrageous
historical novel

her bosoms
almost hypnotising one

into ripping her bodice.

She acted out
her life

as if she was a Colossus

like an Ozimandiuis
before it all went wrong

& some guy called Shelly
happened to come along.

She was an aria
in the opera of her life

but right now

she was just sipping from the daintiest of cups

& laughing hysterically at something I said


(which I hadn’t considered funny)

spraying in my astonished face

a soft mist of hot
Earl Grey tea.

by Dónall Dempsey

Comments (5)

A wonderful poem, - great imagery. I can just see that mist...right now.
Great write Dempsey! Well penned entirely!
wonderful, great write
'' sipping [..] / & laughing hysterically at something I said / (which I hadn’t considered funny) '' an unexpected finale.. well penned, Dónall
Hysterical act of a lady is quite well expressed by this poem!