This poem was written in response to the prompt for Day Eight:
Let’s take a leaf from Shelley’s book, and write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally. Feel free to incorporate crystal balls, fauns, lightning storms, or whatever seems fierce and free and strange. Poetry is like that (at least when you’ve been reading Shelley!) If you’re in search of inspiration, maybe you’ll find it in this poem by Louis Untermeyer, or this one by Kathleen Graber.
It’s about a magical place where tea forms naturally without the need for kettles and spoons.
There, when rain
starts draining through
a tree’s leaves,
brews and stains
We must then assume
this to be
the source of tea,
water lacks spunk,
replace it we
it warm, blow it cold
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