lights + fog + elixir

honey-gold spills from
the teapot, one quick sparkle
under the sunlight.
above the cup, the timed light
snaps back on with fluoro glare.


the elixir cools,
steam dissipating as it
twists into nothing.
on the horizon, fog rolls
in, stays deep in the city.


the city draws to
a stop, waiting for the fog
to lift. the tranquil
morning becomes impatient,
set to sounds of crockery.

8 thoughts on “lights + fog + elixir”

  1. Very interesting poem, tanka form. I had to go back and read in twice, you wrote it as a poem and it told a nice story, Thanks, for joining in on the Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge. Appreciated.


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