Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Rainwater Tea

As I have recorded a few poems for him on his blog, the marvellous Scott Pack (follow him on Twitter here) has returned the favour and recorded one of mine - appropriately enough about tea. Enjoy...


Rainwater Tea

Bleak heat vanishes from the edge
Tendrils of steam
raised and shifted
disappear overboard

It blankets my heart
from the chill in the wind
But the breeze is strong
and cools my face, my hands
go red

shaped by storms, appear
to numb the sun
They split to soak the earth

What was once hot, strong, sweet
Is now nothing but
rainwater tea

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