Those moments before dusk,
when the full moon is clearly revealing herself,
I host a tea party.
In the middle of the bloomfields,
where wilted flowers, tied with brown laces
still stood upright to join us.
The three ladies of Grace Adieu —
Cassandra, Miss Tobias and Mrs Field,
as far away as they could.
From Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell,
who were intently discussing some magic tricks,
which they would work on afterwards.
Miranda, feels the pile of flax
with her weak, little hands.
She sits near the middle, five empty pie plates beside her.
I guess even the ants would waver
to the sweetness at the sight of
Venetia and Captain Fox, who are madly in love as ever.
When everybody has finished their tea
down to the last drop,
they all left without a word.
And I poured the dainty cream pot over.
I stirred and sipped,
Sipped and stirred again.
*Inspired by the Magpie Tales.
The fictional characters that I had tea with are from Susanna Clarke’s The Ladies of Grace Adieu and other stories.