I sipped my tea,
while words perched on
the tip of my tongue,
seeped through my
​fingertips instead.
But they wanted a blacker brew.

Something catches her eye.
Nae matter the darkness
Nor the light.
Colours streak the nigh'.
​Have you ever heard such a sight?

#PoemCrawl flitters up my screen.
A roaring party of whimsical words.
A clamour of intrigue and
the clink of glasses heard.
Oh, Pass me the rum.