Brew for me a cuppa tea.
Fill to brim my mug.
Warm our bodies, brains and speech.
Internal, liquid hug.
Every word I form began
an undug thought to free,
each like an acorn in my skull
to feed and wet with tea.
You and me, together,
sharing tea, the world goes mute.
I hear a rumbling in my head,
our tea wet words take root
and grow, a thousand words tower tall
all branching inspiration.
Kettle’s boiled, tend our talk
with tea’s sweet irrigation.
Sheltered by these evergreen boughs
let's make another brew.
My mind’s a forest of great calm chat
with cups of tea and you.
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Another 'Wizard' poem- this one's called 'Tea'
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Nice potion brewed up by said warlock - Dave M
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