THE TEA BOX! (Richmond)

I hear word paintings at the Tea Box,
Poetry, Verse and Sonnets the open mic attracts the lot,
Virgin readers, old, young some venting creative sores,
From armchair politics, love, war and tales told using abstract metaphors,
While the experienced artists hold court carrying their status as poetic lords...
in the art of fine eloquence delivered like classical bards pleasing the hordes.
All is silent as images, pictures and scenes...
Play and take shape through the beauty of words swooning like scattered tinsel dust in virtual breeze...
Stroking the mind... at times prodding personal themes.
And every one present is tuned into listening to the many rhymes...
from 8pm to 10 each poem clunks, caresses, provokes or chimes...
Colours... hues... emotional palates from sensitives projecting some personal vibe,
Sitting glued we applaud each talent... far from thought to heckle, scoff or to jibe.
I hear word paintings spoken with silk tongues evoke sound tapestry at The Tea box,
Aspiring poets, professionals, virgin readers and novices...
The Tea Box... welcomes the lot!