Day 10 of the Poet’s Billow challenge:What’s in the tea leaves?

In this challenge we had to write about  fond memories of a particular experience with a sibling, recreating the context and world we lived in. I’ve dedicated this to my brother who is two years younger than me.

pot of tea

Fragile and fearful,

they saw you as weak.

But you were the one

who made me feel strong,

since I took the pain

all the emotional strain

with love in your defence,

protector against violence.

 

Yet most of all I well recall,

the tea leaves and the wood.

Fresh tea leaves from a teapot

well drawn, it never tasted so good.

Try though as I might, I can’t

recreate the taste buds

of a child of five, save the

certainty of satisfaction

of a brewed cup of tea,

plenty of sugar,lots of milk

and enough bread to dunk.

 

Remember, how we used

to scoop the soggy bread out

of the cup with a teaspoon?

Funny how that lonesome

memory still lingers with me.

 

Then the sheet of wood,

the one that was symbolic

of making our own little house,

for escape when the

world became a terrible place.

It would be our roof, our shelter

from monsters and pelting rain,

A dividing wall,when we needed

to extend our imaginary playhouse.

You treated me with such admiration.

 

Though we’re much older now,

I don’t think you’ve changed your view.

Of course, I’m still two years older than you

and I’m just sorry we lost that piece of wood.

 

We all need an imaginary wall sometimes!

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20 thoughts on “Day 10 of the Poet’s Billow challenge:What’s in the tea leaves?

        1. Ha! Ha! I’ll do what I can but I get inspiration from many others as well. But it’s good to know that my words and experience touch others’ lives. You have yourself a healthy and inspiring day:-)

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    1. Thank you Somali.Yes, it’s funny that I had just been telling this story to my family when I saw this prompt later. I’m now quite a collector of interesting teas and together with some of my very special friends, we make a spiritual experience of savouring the tea:-)

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    1. Glad it resonates, maybe revealing a bit more about myself than I normally do. Funny how your childhood crafts who you become…. Just been reading your latest post….

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        1. Actually as I think about it,I’ve already revealed a lot more than I realise in much of my writing, nothing I’m ashamed of. It’s been good for testing who I think I am versus who I really am. Learn something everyday mostly for the better.
          Yes, I expect a busy week on some work I am doing which I’m really enjoying. Still loving the freedom though I am considering an opportunity that will require more full time commitment of my time. Really hoping I can clinch the deal and have to practice patience. I look forward to the link. Have a great day too
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  1. Fishing soggy bread out of tea and making forts against the world, I can totally picture it. What good times you must have had with your brother! My older sister and I were very close growing up; here’s my hot-off-the-press answer to the Poet’s Billow Challenge:

    LIGHTS OUT

    After nighttime prayers were said.
    Mom would send us off to bed.

    Close your eyes and go to sleep;
    no conversation, not a peep!

    We’d cover up, lie really still,
    and summon every ounce of will

    All too soon, resolve would crumble;
    cautious whispers turned to mumbles

    Jokes and secrets of all sorts,
    muffled giggles, squeals, and snorts

    The raucous chatter siblings share
    Drowned out footsteps on the stairs

    But Mom’s command to quiet down
    cut through the din and shook the ground

    Instantly, dead silence reigned,
    save for the snores my sister feigned

    Once satisfied she’d changed her course,
    we’d carry on without remorse

    Some nights we’d earn a second warning,
    tabling talk until the morning

    So we’d touch our hands between our beds,
    mute ‘good night’ wishes trading heads

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    1. Oh you just blow me away Joan. We’re cut from the same cloth I think. I’ve got this friend that I met in Switzerland three years ago -She lives in Austria. She once had a dream that we would meet on the Hudson River and I’m determined that we shall. Now if I were ever to meet you, where would you like to meet? – be as crazy and creative as you want to be.
      I want to read your poem slowly, so I’ll get back to you a bit later. Love this!!!

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    2. Okay Joan, I’ve read this and it is great – I just love the swing/rhythm and the rhyme – so typical of young giggling girls. I bet you had fun doing this as I had un reading it. Thank you for joining me here. Best. Chevvy.

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      1. Thanks Chevvy! I did have fun as I wrote this poem, remembering those carefree childhood nights. I’m going to read it at my poetry group this week, also planning to make it into a birthday card for my sister–she will get a kick out of it. I picture the two of us meeting for high tea at Eleanor Roosevelt’s summer home on Campobello Island. 🙂

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        1. Wonderful! Wonderful!Wonderful! to all you have said. I am so glad to hear this. It makes my writing worthwhile to know that it has spawned this for you and your sister. I shall write Campobello Island down and stow it away in my treasure box of things. You never know:-) Goodnight from me my friend.

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