Tea Leave

In tepid drink devoid of taste,
the third today I’ll lay to waste
A ring of tannin has foretold
I’ll not sup tea as I grow old.

In small white cups you fill with brown,
Beneath the rim, and halfway down,
Lurk furtive creatures made of burp,
That bite the lips of those who slurp.

So pour it out and wash the cup
But fetch no more, I’ve given up:
A ring of tannin has foretold
I’ll not sup tea as I grow old.

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

3 thoughts on “Tea Leave”

  1. I’ve seen rings of tannin lately…. Maybe same is proof of ageing or maybe I’m getting lazier. Whatever the case I will still drink it.
    Love your words BTW.
    Anna :o]

    1. Thanks, Anna. I think tea making is a skill and a ritual that could be lost. Putting the milk in the teapot is sooo wrong, and slopping tea in the saucer is a no-no for me. People have different tea preferences, but coffee seems to have stolen the limelight. Maybe we should persevere???

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