This was the house with the old kettle
squatting short and fat on the rayburn,
a singing throat gurgling
to be lifted with care
from the hot plate.
Oil fire constant
within arm’s reach.
Shall we have another cup of tea?
write a poem that invokes a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era, or place.NaPoWriMo2021 – Official Prompt Day Twenty-Two
Reblogged this on About the Jez of It and commented:
Poetry and tea – a combination so exquisite
Oh, yeah. Tip it over; pour it out.
I like this very much 💜