The Art of Making Tea

Warm the pot and cup

with hot water.

Place tea into

the pot, add freshly

boiled water

allow to draw.

 

Stare wistfully out

the kitchen window

recalling how

it was the other day

as you showed me

the precision of

your tea making ritual,

not long after we

shared another more

primal sort of ritual.

 

Pour the brew,

splash with full fat

whole milk, watch

it take colour as

I stir and agitate

the tea and milk

together to form

a perfect blend.

 

But you’re not here

and it’s just tea.

 

Reviews

[AG]

i love everything about this piece. the subtlety, the underlying yearnings, the word choice -everything.

it's simply astounding how our routines bring back memories of the beloved people in our lives and this poem just perfectly captures that mystical feeling of recollection.

the words hold the attention of the reader so firmly that it warps them into your own universe.

i loved how you give a progression of emotions by presenting a step-by-step procedure of making tea. very novel indeed.

simple as it is marvelous! great job!

[The Flawed]

I don't know where you are from but this has a very British feel to it, perhaps it's the full fat milk with the tea,
But what do I know?
As always you don't disappoint
Well done

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Its not just a tea, its a memory, when you lose love, everything remind you , of the times that will never be back, even a cup of tea, a brush of the hair, a simple touch of the skin , its never just a simple tea , for you ... Thanks Yossi

[sheerpoetry]

this shows how everything means something when your in love, especially to poets. very nice:)

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

this was adorable!

[JohnL]

How wonderful, and how tastefully you describe the post-coital cup so appreciated by lovers. I have no idea if you are British, but if not, you have the ritual - the technique - very well mastered. You can be proud. This is a gentle poem, well constructed but more than that - (which is technical) - it is smooth and easy on the ear. A delight.
John

[PianoandPage]

i love the theme of ritual. the precise way of making tea and how it has certain parallels to making love. steeping in each other's company.

the end is heartbreaking. you are a beautiful writer. you say so much with simple and instantly relatable things.