A fine cup of tea

Tea was brewing in the hut

from fairies wings and coconut.

It smelled of swirling blue and gold,

of misty bright moss, the smells did unfold.

The water came from a soft burbling stream,

the coconut from a land of Dream.

And under a hollow mushroom, alone

were the spindly wings, no skin but black bone.

To get the coconut was easier said than done,

only by a furtive pluck in the midnight sun.

The soft burbling stream was well defended

by seals in masks inside the Cliffs of Splendid.

The smell, the taste, the feeling of the tea

was sparkling as the twinkling Sharm Sea.

It was even more than the best should be

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good description in this poem. I like the description of the tea and the making of the product.
"The soft burbling stream was well defended
by seals in masks inside the Cliffs of Splendid."
A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote