A pink tea cozy

around a generous pot

in my children’s

great-grandmother’s kitchen

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A silver tea-ball chain

dangling from the rim

like a necklace

on the Queen of England

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In a suburb London rowhouse

a bright spot of tea

fills the slightest pause

in every conversation

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Basic and black

Robust and aromatic

The water must be hot

like a kiss should be memorable

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Affectionately called Rosie

A delicacy and staple

savored and sipped

by royalty and working class

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By all those who lust

for the curve of the spout

the steeped and steamed allure

the sound of it pouring

into a waiting cup

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~ Colleen Redman

More dVerse poets HERE.

Spilled tumbler of sky

Late sun sinking down

Drenched teabag bleeds fiery red

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More Teapoet Poems HERE.

One sip makes you larger. One sip makes you strong. To whet our tea drinking appetites, we sipped peach oolong.

Green Jasmine was the main course with red marzipan for dessert.

The poetry of Mary Oliver, Irish priest John O’Donohue, and 13^th century Japanese monk Ikkyu was also on the menu.

Lighted candles.  Sweet wishes.  Savory cheese and cherries.  Carrot cake and berry scones from Jayn’s and Katherine’s oven. Along with conversation, laughter, and even a few tears, poured.

~ More teapoet poems and pictures can be found HERE.

Blushing bowl of crimson

flushed with steaming fragrance

Mulled leaves swell

to peak potential

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Note: More tea poems HERE.

Delicate or robust

Hinting fruit, nut or flower

Every good cup

starts with boiling water

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Note: Read more teapoems HERE.

Watch the video HERE.

First light of morning

Sipping green tea with jasmine

Great Blue Heron swoops

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Post notes: The tea poem is one of mine from my TEAPOET chapbook of haiku. The teapots pictured are my friend Katherine’s. She is author of A Tea Poet’s Journey.

It must be my Irish DNA that makes me love tea over coffee and dark beer over wine.

A pub and a tea shop have a lot in common for those who enjoy a good brew.

I’m drawn by the intoxicating flavors, the alluring aromas, the warm and cold, the clear amber tones.     

Whether assam, ceylon, pekoke, earl grey, or darjeeling, a china cup of tea is a pool of poetry, a remedy for whatever ails.

Whether stout, larger, hops, wheat, or ale, good beer is hearty food for my body and  soul.

Both beer and tea pamper and nourish me. They call me to slow down and partake in the present moment.

Post notes:  During my two week stay in Massachusetts, helping my mother who is recovering from a spinal fracture, I got a double treat  My sister Sherry and her husband took me out to an Irish pub called The Snug (video HERE.) We listened to traditional jams, and I tasted some memorable beer on tap that went well with my order of Shepherd’s Pie.  The next day Sherry surprised me with a trip down the Cape to the Dunbar Tea Shop. The house special was a pot full of black with a hint of apricot and almond, so good I bought some to take home and am drinking it now.

Cherry blossom branches

spill from China vases

Assam passion flirts

Note: More teapoet poems are HERE.

Porcelain pots simmer

Victorian tea parlor

Readers see the future

in lingering loose leaves