Camellia Sinensis and the Celtic Goddess Brigit. Seven women and a daughter. Scones and apple cobbler. Crème de fresh and marmalade, red rooibos and Pu-erh carmel tea. Steeped in poetry, painting, and candlelight. Haiku oracles and stated intentions. From the Gaelic Goddess Brigit and Imbolc to Christian Candlemas and Saint Brigit, patron of holy wells [...]
Tea Blossom Blooms Rusty Rose Mandala A Sunrise Flower in an Earl Grey Day Note: Click and scroll down HERE for a selection of Teapoet Poems.
Dark brewed oracle Three cups full A holy trinity from St. Brigit’s well Post notes: Coming Soon to a Teaspoon Near You HERE. Christmas pots by Josh.
Tea-ball anchor settling mantra stills the tortured tempest of an undecided mind Post note: Click HERE and scroll down for more TEAPOET poems.
Serving up savory haiku and sips of poetic brew, wave after wave of words to lull and awaken, to soothe or inspire. TEAPOET is a new 28 page chapbook by Colleen Redman, available around town in Floyd or by mail. Send $6 plus $1 shipping and handling to 151 Ridge Haven Road, Floyd, VA, 24091. [...]
Stream of clarity flows from an orange pekoe sea a leafy twig floats Note: Click and scroll down HERE for more teapoet poems.
Folding little tea poems Origami notes Petals of the Orient Light enough to float
A muse infused pot full of tea must be why Buddha is smiling
My birthday this year was like a Grand Trine alignment. That’s when three planets converge into a triangular configuration and, according to the principles of astrology, usher in an expansion of creativity, optimism, and good energy. In my recent life orbit, the Grand Trine time started with the celebration of Mother’s Day. Three days later, [...]
Unfurled leaves … waft waves of flavor … Holding tight to cup handles … tea lovers swoon … ~Colleen My friend Katherine and I are both involved in great romance. As lovers of tea, we’ve been mining the vein of gold that comes from pouring boiling water over camellia sinensis leaves for years. More recently [...]
Spoonful of honey Bright sun in February Cream pours like snow falls Post notes: This is one more in my series of tea poems. You can read about how the teapoet series came about HERE. A little sip of teapoetry can be found HERE and HERE.
Ceylon amber moon sipped to a crescent slips to the bottom of a bone china cup Post Note: You can read about the Teapoets Society Tea Party in which the above cup that belongs to my girlfriend Katherine was featured HERE.
Steam rises like breath from a talkative kettle Water pours like conversation into a quiet cup Note: The photo is called “Self portrait in tea” and was taken at my sister Sherry’s house in Massachusetts this past summer.
Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage.” ~ Catherine Douzel It was our first official Teapoet tea party. Six of us were in attendance. There were freshly baked scones still warm from the oven with lots of choices of what to spread on them; crème fraiche, maple butter, marmalade, and honey kiwi fruit. There [...]
Teacups and pens … are the clutter of quiet … in the green café … of my own yard … There’s a new place to sit and write in the green café of my own yard. It’s a small round glass table, minus the umbrella, pulled out of the shed this past July when we [...]
Like the Sufi mystic poets of old who did not see themselves as separate from God and who met in secret to protect themselves from fanatical fundamentalists who thought otherwise, a group of women friends gathered around a table for tea and something more…talk of the Dharma, the Tao, the Wise Woman Way. “Bring something [...]
AKA: What will they think of next? This is the first time I was served tea with a pyramid shaped teabag that could stand on its own and was taller than the cup the tea was in. My husband’s niece and I snapped picture after picture of it while diners turned their heads to watch. [...]
