A teacup is a social thing –
fits neatly in matching saucer,
requires raising of pinky finger,
prescribed by social etiquette.
Should it break or, heaven forbid,
spill – its fragile, china composure
spewing hot trails on white linens,
then disgrace could be the theme
which only matters if Victorian
protocols are the priority – perhaps
it’s time to question antiquated
expectations and purchase a mug.
(NaPoWriMo challenge today is to offer dream interpretation for a specific symbol. I’m afraid I might overdo this exercise, as I find it quite fun – so just ignore further posts on the subject.)