Honey Crinkled Leaves

[Ebonfire]

In sweetened tea I am the honey crinkled leaves,
drained and lying at the bottom of the cup.
Ah, but getting there was venture enough
to last until the finished pouring.

The dampness that is left upon my leaves
are but remnants of the honeyed taste given
any who may sip from the gold encrusted rim,
imbibing of a pleasure fit only for the gods.

My place has been established amid unhurried
conversations of proper ladies groups and in
plush restaurants where crystal glasses await,
In sweetened tea, I am the honey crinkled leaves.

Ebonfire

[Harklight]

It's fascinating how something so commonplace and simple can be made into intriguing poetry. "imbibing of a pleasure fit only for the gods." ~ and repeated first and last lines works here. Obviously, you like drinking tea but when the cup is drained, that sticky honey make reading the leaves more difficult. *lol H x

[Artemis]

Beautiful Ebonfire, as sweet and refreshing as your honey crinkled tea leaves ... I really enjoyed this piece, Kerry xx

[polonius]

You have certainly shown how lucky the honey-crinkled tea leaf is. Ebonfire. One would have to be a tealeaf not to want to be a tealeaf, though obviously even tealeaves want to be tealeaves.

[Ebonfire]

LOL - This was a challenge piece, and the first line was the trigger line except for the honey, I added that. I'm pleased to see that it is worthy of a few comments at least.

Thanks all.

~Ebonfire

[Jim]

displaying your exotic imagination in your poetry is my crinkled leave. food for the gods.

[Ebonfire]

Jim, those words are like music to my ears. Thanks friend.

Peace, C2W

[kellygreen]

A lovely poem that moves with the unhurried comfort that comes over one with a good cup of tea.

kelly