a little chat
with our teacup elf – we bought it
from the shop a week or so ago. Are you
going to come out? I ask.
Would you like a saucer of warm milk?
Shy little devil never says a word, just
huddles down in its cup –
irritating really.
Perhaps I’ll take it back
to the place where I bought it.
Perhaps we’ll set it out on the balcony
one night
teacup and all
or perhaps I’ll just make myself
a nice hot cup of herbal elf tea –
see if that gets a rise out of the
folkloric little bastard.
(originally appeared in The Corner Club Press)
