Tea with the Queen

We're suited and booted and dressed to the nines
with whistles and dresses for these special times
as with honour bestowed to the palace we go
for tea with the Queen in her garden you know
A privilege shared with the hundreds invited
we're both feeling nervous but very excited
for we know when we get there all will be fine
as it's not every day with the Queen that you dine

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Scots & Tea – form poetry

A cup of tea.

Earl grey

or green.

Tea Time

Before I sit to cup of tea,
I look the choices over.
A dozen or so blends I see,

“Dandelion Tea”

“Dandelion Tea”

personal photo

The field’s are vibrant;

Tea’s a Must !!

Tea’s a Must !!

A hot cup of tea

Do you ever get days
When your mind’s not in gear
They come along sometimes
Once or twice in a year
You can’t settle to anything
Concentration’s a chore
And you can’t really remember
What your day was all for.

Re-leaf (Tea Relief)

Those hands picked the three leaves
From the spot where she lives
Her world was changed and uncluttered
With just one sip of tea, life’s all that matters.

Summer Heat

Summer Heat

Twill sleeve
brushes my cheek
as I pour your tea.

Love and desire
coalesce like the condensation
on the china lips of the teacups

winter – haiku

Our surface tension
masks currents raging beneath
eternal winter

steeping – poem

Sharing a cup of tea

steeping – poem

Whimsey Mimsey wrote a post on tea that made me think of this.

Steeping tea
this cold October day
warmed my shivering palms
while peering down into steaming truth
vapor fogs my lenses
leaving me to wonder
If you can see my tears

Milk No Sugar

I wonder about the

words I write.

I know I say they’re for you

but is it safe,

to pour myself into a

glass jug like this,

vulnerable, exposed?

Maybe you will just

stir me into your tea.