Crumpets and Tea

by Rebecca Blake Title

"It's truly odd," said she.
Huge blanks there were,
Gaping holes really. And yet,
The words spill out. Connecting
Through that great expanse.
It does not fill, but forms a bridge.
Yes, a bridge , don't you know."

"I tend to agree," he replied.
"Things can be like that;
Great distances of time
Leapt over due to bonds.
Yes, I do know, Mildred, I do."

So they perched upon the red toile couch
And nibbled their crumpets and drank their tea.
Her dainty appetite grown ravaging
For his gentlemanly ministrations.

"Oh Fredrick, I am beyond words with
Cheer. To think after all this time
You still understand me so acutely;
Surely, don't you know?"

"That I do, my dear. It is like
We swam across an ocean
And when we rested on the land
There was not a drop upon us."

She took a slow sip of her tea settling it
In the saucer balanced on her knee.
She must admit to herself that she
Only faintly understood his riposte.

"Quite like a mountain reaching ever so high.
Crisped at the top with snow and ice.
And when you attempt the arduous task
Of climbing over it,
It simply moves to the side
And lets you by."

He too sipped slowly of his tea.
"Yes quite, my dear. Exactly that."