Pamela Silin-Palmer
Decorative Artist, Illustrator and Fine Artist
The Love Poems
of Honniker Winkley


How Much Must I Suffer For Your Love, P.Q.?

After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile?

--T.S. Eliot

My laughing lover gave to me
A cup of bitter almond tea
Upon which floated round and round
The fragile dride chrysanthemum
I held between forefinger and thumb
And by two lips both slick and dumb
Let slip the warm wet
Flower died and reborn
Porcelain cup, too thin, too green,
With canine teeth bit sharp and clean
And chewing splinters one by one
Sliced my muscled tongue:
The keen-edged green, the meat so lean
The salty red, my bleeding head.
I drank a cup of bitter tea
My laughing lover gave to me
And write these line for you to see:
Enjoyed the cup but not the tea.

On to Dressing Up My Gumshoe Duck: Ducky is No More

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