Tea

A teacup talks to the child whose nose just clears the table,

its pink and blue flowers eloquent in their simplicity,

the rim and handle gilt worn in the places his grandmother’s lips

and fingers have touched it; it speaks of the cold air that sings in its inside

where once there was warmth and sweetness that drew her mouth to kiss it

and he cries, but his mother tells him not to tell lies when he says

the teacup talks.

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About Pedalling Poetry

Writer Ellen McAteer is founder of Tell It Slant poetry bookshop in Glasgow, and Publishing Manager for the Poetry Translation Centre. She was General Manager at Poetry London magazine, a visiting lecturer at the Glasgow School of Art, and a mentee of the Clydebuilt Verse Apprenticeship Scheme, under Alexander Hutchison, as well as a singer with the band Stone Tape and a solo singer who won a BBC Radio competition with her song Blue Valentine. She was Director of the Poetry Trust, which ran the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival, a director of the Scottish Writers’ Centre, a visiting lecturer at Oxford University's MSt in creative writing, and a member of the core group of performers at the Hammer and Tongue spoken word collective in Oxford. She is a qualified Librarian.
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