Leaves

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Please;

don’t offer to brew me my favourite tea,
unless you possess the sweetest loose leaves.

Those bags are abhorant;
their taste does not warrant
the honoured bestowal
with the legendary motto of the late Earl Grey,
who, as you may know,
once was political head of the nation
now laughably named the UK.

Loose leaves are a fragrant,
attractive, and blantantly
vastly superior, exquisite treat,
to feeble tea sweepings, both tasteless and sad,
so slyly concealed in a pale, perforated,
limp paper bag.

Please, don’t be confused
between
tea that’s infused
— a spoon for each person and one for the pot,
in water that’s steaming and scaldingly hot —
so lovingly strained, poured into a teacup
of fine bone china or slim porcelain,
daintily lifted and sipped at my leisure,
caressing my palate with citrusy pleasure…
and
dust that is dumped in a thick, chunky mug
— printed with some vulger caption or image —
to be vacantly swilled or unwillingly gulped.

The Daily Post #Infuse

Β©Jane Paterson Basil

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25 thoughts on “Leaves

        1. I have four teapots of different sizes… We get a lot of them donated to Oxfam, and their not something that seels well. I feel sorry for them, sitting on a display shelf, unloved and unwanted… πŸ™‚

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            1. Please, don’t praise me. Taking in those poor, lost teapots is the least I can do. It pains me to consider the plight of those less fortunate, forgotten vessels of delight, withering away in the depths of less magnamic charity shops πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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            1. So cute – it brings back memories of my neice, Janine, reciting it perfectly out of the blue (with actions), when she was tiny. The whole family was impressed. We asked her to do it again, but she turned shy and said she couldn’t remember it πŸ˜‰

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  1. Fantastic! I hit the ‘Like” button 17 times on this one. Wonderful twist of rhyme laid out across a quite playful, yet secretly sinister, assessment of a gravely important matter. Draw your line in the sand, Jane, by all that’s green and leafy in Fiji! I suspect it will taste even better, after having been steeped per your specifications, on your side of the island! Genuinely, I love this poem!

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