Tea Cup That Stood Still | TJ

THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

Over the moon and down the hill,

I spotted a tea cup that stood still.

Beaten on luck, a lazy clan of three,

unwilling to move, whatever it might be.

Failing eyes goaded the elder to foresee.

My back hurts, how can you ask me?

Fighting deadlines, father altered to a demon.

Where is my cup of tea, to rid this exertion?

Mind-numbing studies, left son teary eyed;

it possibly cant be me, I need to hide!

Humorous to some, torturous to few.

Over the moon and down the hill,

I spotted a tea cup that no one could fill.