Hello Poetry Lovers
I thought I’d have a go at the teapot this week. 
Despite the convenience of a tea bag in a cup, most of us own one of these. A lifeline to most households when I was growing up. 
Mine sits on the shelf gathering dust, a lovely wedding present and heirloom. However, it glares at me for not being used. I flush with guilt. 
I’ve tried to sum up this fragile relationship in the piece below. Do read on
The Thing is about teapots
The thing is about your teapot
Is that it carries its own agenda
An uninspiring object when sober
A Godsend after a bender
The teapot has many connotations
Once worth a coveted Brownie badge
Constantly nagged to mash the tea
With clinging tea leaves attached
A teabag in a cup is fine
It stays in one place and behaves
Civilised as you pour in the milk
The cumbersome teapot is waived
It simply takes up too much space
You’d like to show it the door
But the inner voices come back
It belonged to your mother, and her’s before
And the thing is, if you wave it goodbye
It’ll stare right back at you
You’d better keep it in the household
On a back shelf, hidden from view!
I hope you liked that piece, PL’s. Please share your teapot relationships with me. Answers on a postcard…..
Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon…..
Heather Moulson 