Who takes tea?
Tea is taken by
ladies in enormous hats
who cut the crusts from sandwiches
and speak of civic renovation.
Tea is taken by
little girls with lacy socks
around small tables
pouring cups of air.
Tea is taken by
lonely writers
dreaming of Heathcliff
sitting before a
blank screen.
Tea is taken by
lovelorn souls
holding the kettle
as tears fall into the cup.
Tea is taken by
lovers young and old
lying in bed
reading the paper.
Tea is taken by
those who grasp
the alchemy
of leaves and water,
the resurrection of power
long gone dry.
posted by Karen @ 5:58 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
My Mum would adore you for writing this. Fabulous.
tea most certainly has the power to resurrect. When I was a young girl I rode a bicycle to school. One day I rode home in a dream and turned right to cross the road and enter our property without looking. A truck loomed behind me and it was only that the driver swerved and missed me, skidding down the side of the road, that I was not killed. My mother made me a cup of black tea with about three teaspoons of sugar in it to counter the shock. Many years later I did the same for a friend who returned to the camping ground in shock after nearly drowning while diving. In both cases the tea revived us and blunted the shock. Lovely piece Karen.
I just wallowed in this, Karen - now I have to go and have a cup of tea.
Quote from high school football player after a visit with the school nurse, "I don't know whether the stuff did my ankle any good but my head felt better." (Her only available medication a cup of tea.)
Wow! Love this!
my grandmother restored me with a cup of tea after I wrote our car off and came home from hospital. Great stuff.
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