Treatment Room

Dead leaves, tea treasure chest, transport,

once caddy locked, Nilgiri hills,

one scoop for each plus ‘one for pot’,

then cosy capped against cool draught,

bone china cup with pinkie crooked,

more likely mug when comfort sought.

Restricted bag with lifting string,

but better loose, then strained with milk,

yet how the study, upturned cup,

those swirling specks in saucer tipped,

for seers and charlatans to treat.

What is our reading, comfort break,

the past consoled, or future meet?

A ceremony of the heart,

the kitchen table, treatment room.

Published by WayWords, The Writer's Workout, January 2024