afternoon tea at 11 am on a sunday in scotland
afternooon tea at 11 am on a sunday
when the city is still slowly waking up.
warm scones spread with clotted cream
and fresh jam
are mouthwateringly good
paired with a selection of the most
“a blend of Indian assam and ceylon orange pekoe black leaf with the blue flower”
“jam in a cup! rosehip, apple pieces, strawberry and hibiscus petals. A truly fruity flavor”
I want to know what the blue flower is.
Across from me is an old man from Sweden.
We made conversation as two strangers alone in a restaurant do
and I learned that he spent a month in the Highlands.
There is a colorful array of pens on his table.
I am journaling and writing poetry while he sketches, pots of hot tea beside us.
Our art keeps us company
so we don’t look so alone.
One thought on “afternoon tea – a poem”
11am! If only. So much better than waiting till 3pm as some places do.