a cuppa at the end of october

Frank Prem

a group of three
we gather round the kettle

 

it's only a kind of billy
although a large one
too big
to swing around our heads
held by the handle
as the bushmen of the outback do
but we have our special ways
and each take our turn to grow it
and to stir

 

that seems only fair

 

the chai is thick and sweet
an acquired taste perhaps
but we most certainly
have acquired it
with its bubbles boils and rising steam
the ingredients suggest themselves
within the fragrance

 

not for the weak at heart
this brew calls out
it shouts for character
and we have all of that and more
you don't live the life we do
and not grow character

 

I believe
my face my nose grows longer
every time I draw the steam
doesn't do a lot for beauty I know
but
I can't resist it
that deep pleasure
dear heart of mine it makes me smile
it makes me laugh out loud

 

so good
it's wonderful to be alive
this midnight
glowing underneath the moon
with a billy-cup of special chai

 

ah
please excuse me
if I cackle

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 6th, 2017 00:02
  • Category: Special occasion
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Comments4

  • Michael Edwards

    Tea is our national drink but I'm afraid when you make it this way it doesn't go down that well over here - as you say an acquired taste. Happily your poem does go down well - a super write Fred.

    • Frank Prem

      A special brew, Michael.

      • orchidee

        You called Frank 'Fred', Michael. But I did worse. I called Santita 'KP'!

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      • orchidee

        You had that cuppa Frank? Good write.

        • Frank Prem

          It was lovely. Some for you, now?

        • Accidental Poet

          uh oh, orchi having cuppa, God only knows what he'll be calling you now. Great write Frank.

          • Frank Prem

            Not late for dinner, I hope, AP. Thank you.

            • Accidental Poet

              If orchi's swooning, dinner will more than likely be late.

            • Louis Gibbs

              Being estranged from the fine art of tea brewing, being a coffee-consuming Yank, I have a question ... what would one use to 'Spike' a pot of tea with, if they were so inclined? I use rum in my evening coffee.
              I thoroughly enjoyed this fine portrayal of Aussie tea-brewing, Frank!

              • Frank Prem

                Spicy tea is the go, for you, Louis. All the smelly ones plus ginger.

                You'll be a new man!



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