Poetry: Tea in Three Acts
By: Natasha Aidoo
I.
braids taste of fading tea.
earl grey sprinkled
on the stove.
flickering movements
of desperation
while my body
tries to fall asleep
i hide under the covers
of velvet passage,
find the energies
to get up from
the black hole.
rest assured
puzzles of colours
can melt
and
be recomposed
in solid shapes
over time
in a continuous
loop of nonsensical realities.
blackberries in charge of moons
II.
my foot got tangled in a dream
my braids drenched in tea
flowers fall asleep
catch my feelings before they soar
the satisfaction and weightlessness
of an accomplishment
tiny smiles to rejoice about
moonlights forgotten in the closet
III.
leave these dreams
to the ground
diamonds in your mouth
spit them out and don’t choke
we’re heading to the ball
a chariot awaits in the wrong spot
“then what?” - I ask
she stopped telling a tale,
her attention caught by the arrival
of several ducks
an army
i leap from a planet to another
just to savour the best galactic tea,
an astronaut of lost flavours