The square teapot designed like a wood stove
Admired by the delicate painted rose teapot
When his water comes to steam in the alcove
Rose sings soprano harmonizing on the spot
Such a friendship cannot be forgot
Categories:
teapots, romance,
Form: Quintain (English)
I love the shape of teapots
Their beautiful bulbous curve
And how they can then brew the brew
That quickly calms your nerve.
I love the simple handle
Colored brown or black or white
And I love the little lid they have
That holds the heat in tight.
I love the steam from the spout
When you fill it to the top
And I love the tons of tea for sale
When you buy them from the shop.
But the biggest thing I love of pots
Occurs after I brew the blend,
It's the cup of tea with cake in hand
And talking with a friend.
Categories:
teapots, best friend, friendship, happy,
Form: Quatrain
I brew sunsets in teapots
I drink the dawn from a mug
and in my bicycle basket I have seduction in a jug
so now and then I take someone clean shaven home to my obliging bed
when I guess I should sit quietly pristine,
with my legs crossed instead
but each day is so fragile
they black out every evening in the west
and all I got is these frail minutes
and I only want to live them, as if they were a fest.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
teapots, celebration, freedom, happiness, life,
Form: Rhyme