HAIKU

The Artists palette 

Parked in neutral. The sky smudged

Like a lost excuse.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Boilit, Sippit and Looseleaf - Dickensian tea merchants. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Brigadoon. Every morning. ☕

BE MY VALENTINE

Be my Valentine:

Even though he was beaten,

Stoned and beheaded.

For nothing says love

More than a stoned, headless saint,

And forecourt flowers.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I've travelled oceans of tea to arrive at this one small cup. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

It is far from a coincidence that the words 'first' and 'thirst' sound so alike. ☕

THE PLOUGH

Here's to every furrowed groove 

That’s marched across my brow,

Proof I’ve lived, I’ve laughed, I’ve stressed

Behind Time's skin-deep plough.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Giving the Imagination muscles a workout. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I glance briefly at a cupboard full of cups and saucers as I pull out a mug. I can almost hear an audible sigh from the posh china as once again expediency overrules decorum. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

The sun rises as I sup - and I'm only 99% convinced that the two things are not related. ☕☀️