Title: Cold Cup
of Tea
Author: smarmypenguin
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
characters are J.Ks, I'm just screwing around with them for awhile.
Summary: A poem about Harry and Draco. AU (maybe, its really up
to the reader to decide where to set it).
i
Overcast
cloudy day melts into the mournful evening light.
Dust settles on
cold wooden floors,
the grey light soaks skin and erodes time.
A
day old cup of tea,
stirred steadily with a tarnished silver tea
spoon.
Cold frail hands
smudge grey pencil on a clean sheet of
parchment.
The tea cup slips out of shaking hands and chilled
dead lips;
shattered china.
ii
Sitting on the
bottom step,
on an old case of rickety stairs.
Worn red socks
hiding frozen toes.
forgotten like pale red scars;
littered
over acres of colorless threadbare skin.
Dreams of a narcoleptic
fantasy.
His finger tips tracing the phantasmagoric slivers of
reality
Green eyes half open.
Long dark eye lashes.
iii
The
china shatters,
uproar screams into the shadows.
Tired limbs
wake from the bottom step and come running;
red socks noiseless on
wooden floors.
It was subtle; like english summer rain,
or
the cold cup of tea that now stained the wooden floors.
A tiny
flicker of the eye; could mean anything,
to them it meant
understanding.
and made legs suddenly become weak.
A/N: Comments most welcome!