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