Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Words for Wednesday, Tea Time

This is my first post in a series called Words for Wednesday. I'll share some of my favorite words...sometimes about tea, sometimes not, sometimes my own, often not.


Tea Time
~Sharon Elizabeth Wood, 1997

At four o’clock, the day becomes liquid
casting a Darjeeling shadow on itself.
This is the time between,
an hour without destiny.

I must be careful
not to disturb the scent of oranges
that rests on the mist,
nor to veer off the steamy path
as I raise the china lip
to meet my own.

We are both survivors of fate,
this old cup and I,
adrift in the fortune of tea leaves.

Now we are held by tales’ embrace,
floating on vapors and shadows,
silhouetted by the ebbing day
as it sets over the oranges.

There is just enough light
for remembrance and forgetting,
the taste of cress, the touch of lace,
powdery scones lifted to powdery faces,
moments past now beginning.
This is a time of peace, a time of grace.


Marilyn Miller said...

Great poem and words that I can just envision sitting there having tea.

Mary said...

Being an avid tea lover, and also lover of scones and all things tea, this poem rings true...we do, indeed, resemble characteristics of both...I love the powdery scone to powdery face...that is great!

God bless,

Angela McRae said...

Perfectly lovely! You always have such thoughtful words to share, I will look forward to these posts, whether it's your own words or someone else's!

Anonymous said...

Whoa. This writer really has some talent. There's so much bad poetry out there by people with too much time on their hands but this woman is able to tongue-in-cheek them all by talking about how the tea glorifies all that idle time.