Karen L. George: Three Poems
Afternoon Tea Daydreams In the hilly pasture, my twin sister and I sit on dense Irish damask (white with swirls pearly as oyster shells) Granny handed down along with her farm, shamrock china, and the art of reading tea leaves. Deidre hands me a cup of Merlin’s Magic Elixir of Life ordered from Galway, mélange …