Thursday, March 20, 2008


[Patina Poem written on March 8, 2008 at Little Aussie (gluten-free) Bakery and Cafe, Avenue B, Bouvet Island: the tenth anniversary of our wedding at the Chapel of the Black Madonna and the first of many menu-inspired collaborations. Little Aussie served up an awesome list of teas and gave us the copy to write on the back.]

A sPATtering of TEA

he prefers blackcurrent to wild encounter:
she knows, in reality, it's all oolong anyway;
fix me a mix of dreamtime delight,
a spicy relish of pomegranate sun,
a sweet green ginkgo that pearls your lemon tang
- sage, this one -
bust open your persimmon,
wild is your flight of myrtle madness,
your wave salon, it's all roasted, black -
in chichiban the lindens were gleaming -
leaf through the papaya,
one clove at a time:
your rosellas are flowering,
grey and green:
how's that for english breakfast, buster?

[ten it is: patina: 3.08.2008]

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Blogger Lee said...

Wow! Some of that sounded familiar, Paschal, but it's still beautiful. Now I realize why JS likes it so much. This is definitely one of your best. It is lots of playful fun with all those flavors. You got any more like that?


11:25 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Lee: I'm sure there are more in the cupboard, next time I'm rummaging. Thanks for the props. Tina's contributions always ensure that at least HALF of the poem will be more grounded.

11:32 AM  
Blogger San said...

OK, I was curious as to what JS was talking about on her blog when she mentioned the "tea poem."

So now I see: a love-and-passion-infused catalog of steamy reveries. Blush.

Delicious rhythms, tangy on the tongue. You two make an amazing brew. Cheers!

9:04 PM  
Blogger San said...

P.S. Gorgeous image of TEN.

9:06 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Steamy it were, Ms San: steamy it were. Peace.

6:15 AM  

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