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York in Poetry: Treated Like a Queen

Posted on 25 November 2012 | Poem

It could have been called
‘Elizabeth’s Parlour’ but,
better-known to all as ‘Betty’s’.
A little like La Scala without opera.
Pianist played a pianissimo blue moon
and so time was.
Our star waitress, white pinafored,
presented cheese scone and
slice of very fruity fruit cake
on one of those doileyed what-nots.
Of course, there was time for tea-time ritual
with plenty of hot water, leaves to drench,
not to mention sedateness of the situation.
Without doubt a “dolce far niente”.
My eyes contoured glass encircling diners
sharing well-versed reflective greetings.
For me here a first seating but history told
of being well-visited by war-time personnel.
Signed-in without a mind for the future.

- Sue Whittaker