The Cream And The Coffee

The Cream And The Coffee short poem

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Into bitter molten depths
Treacle-dark and aromatic
Swirled a creamy linen light
Tantalising, limbs ecstatic
Weak and trailing, meek and gentle
Doomed at first to dark absorption
Probing, twirling, infiltrating
Spiralling with limp contortion
Mild, yet purposeful and sure
Edging, blending round the metal
Creamily insinuating
Gentle letting turmoil settle
Till at last a smooth aroma
Fills the air and taste invites
Stilled to golden caramel
The goblet offers pure delights

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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
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