You pull me into a cloudy haze,
Sitting on a stone bench under the Bradford Pear,
Shade dances on my gown,
My eyes gaze deep into a cup of green
Yes I reach for a book
and leave this place,
but not too far
for I still stay in reach of my porcelain tea cup
I could spend forever here
If only the wind would
cease if only for a moment...
What power can cheer
Or chase away the falling tear
Like Pekoe or Bohea.
What make the old
many young and strong
Like tyson, Congou,
-Anonymous, "The Cup for Me"
The china gleams in blue and white,
The twilight hour is swift approaching; Entranced I note with shy delight,
No other callers are approaching. A cup she designates as mine,
With motion of her dainty finger. the kettle boils — oh! drink divine,
In mem’ry shall thy fragrance linger. Her kerchief’s made in style of yore,
Some fairy surely put the hem on. Held sugar such a charm before?
Was e’er such magic in a lemon? She turns away with manner coy,
The firelight shows her beauty clearer; Oh, why is teasing such a joy!
I wish she’d come a little nearer. We sit and sip — the time flies fast,
My cup needs filling — project clever! She comes and I grown bold at last
Say “Darling, make my tea forever!”
by N.M. Bodecker
What are you up to? Keeping yourself to yourself,
shut in between your covers,
a prisoner high on a shelf.
come in book!
What is your story?
Haven't you ever been read?
Did you think
I would just pass by you
And pick me a comic instead?
No way book!
I'm your reader
I open you up.
Set you free.
Listen, I know a secret!
Will you share your secrets with me?