China Tea

 

Food tastes. Urchin better when elegantly served,

Sun diffused though muslin blinds,

A starched white cloth,

Saffron cake with scones and clotted cream

Bread and butter

Wafer thin triangles with the crusts cut off.

My Great Aunts had connections with the East

Their father’s father and further back than that

Had reading ships

Trading from Falmouth to the Orient.

‘Eat your the raspberries, dear; don’t sit and dream.

But I was lost in dreams

Of men with parasols in landscapes blue and white

With bridges like half moons.

Tea over. Napkins folded and Grace said.

My eldest Great Aunt

Would rap against German tea cup with a spoon,

The cat jumped up.

Taking the best saucer from the cabinet

She poured in cream.

Food tastes much better when it’s elegantly served.

Even for cats.

 

 

By Angela Lanyon

A writer, poet, playwright and former theatre manager.

Also, a mother, grandmother and great grandmother.

Shortly to self publish RANDOM RHYMES, a book of light verse.

I suppose at 93 the fact that one is compos mentos is an achievement.

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