‘Letter to My Younger Self’: Perfect Tea

Last semester I took a ‘writing creative nonfiction’ class in which one of the tasks was to write a small response to a different prompt each week. Seeing as the semester is over I can now post this piece from week three. For that week we had to write a ‘Letter to My Younger Self’. This is what I came up with!

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Dear Anna,

I’m writing this to you today to give you an instruction of sorts. That probably sounds a little ominous, so I apologise in advance, or technically, late, depending on how you look at it.

Anywho, I digress.

I’m not sure how old you are at this point. Especially as if I aimed to get this to you at a certain age – knowing my track record – this letter would reach you either too late, too early, or it would simply end up here. In my letterbox. In 2017. The latter scenario being of no use to either of us.

Leaving the technicalities behind, I am writing to tell you how (or maybe when?) to make the perfect cup of tea.

Personally, I do not remember learning. Which may sound strange, but years of watching mum boil the water, spoon the leaves into the pot, a dash of milk in the mug, and then wait probably did the trick. I can now make a solid cup of tea. My problem is drinking too early and scorching the inside of my mouth.

Trust me, we never learn.

I know that you will most definitely learn (and most likely at this point know) the perfunctory ins and outs of making a cup of tea, but there is tea, and then there is tea.

Tea: A drink; made and drunk when you’re cold/when you feel like it/to fuel the writing of assignments/to fuel writing in general.

Tea: A drink; made and drunk with love/to calm/to comfort/for others/with apologies.

The former is your everyday cuppa. The breakfast tea. The ‘I have two hours to write this’ tea. The ‘I’m so exhausted I need a cup of tea’ tea. This cup of tea is not in any way less important. It does the job. It warms you, it fuels you, it tides you over ‘til you’re next bothered to eat, it even helps to write essays. (That last one, I can assure you, does work.)

The latter you make when you know that it’s not only you who needs it. When you brew the tea to perfection, with love, for someone special, or just for someone who needs it. This tea is the comforter, the calmer of anxieties, the beginning of an apology that you’re not sure how to start.

For us, Anna, tea is more than just a drink.

Tea takes us home.

Remember that.

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Wordle #147 – Flashover

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Latch the door
My friend
Your heart
It will be mine

Let me take you in my arms
And hold you tight

Your simple iridescence
Enchants me
Heart and soul

So…

Follow my lead now
Take one step back
Forward the next

Let passion lead the way
Inseperable we spin
To make our own ballet

Legs, arms, chests
We move as one
Our perfect harmony

Relieve yourself of fear
Leave the media behind
It’s just us now

We levitate, and
Through heat and heart
It carries us away

~

Written for this weeks Wordle on MindLoveMisery’s Menagery! I really loved the words this week 🙂 This one is for my favourite fictional couple at the moment, Magnus and Alec from the show Shadowhunters.

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille – Choice

The truth itself
Sits within the lie
Snugly waiting.

But…

Here-
Is it still a lie?

They know not you keep it
Save, warm, hidden.
Still
Even you don’t know
Not yet.

Here-
You’re lying to yourself?

Safe, warm, hidden
This helps none.

Not even you
And your secluded self
Your locked up heart.

Here-
Is it still a lie?

Protected
Or protecting?
Saving self
Or saving them?

So, now my dear friend
Speak your truths or spill your lies?
Waiting, all my heart

~

Written for this weeks Haiku prompt over at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie 🙂 This week it is a Haibun: prose mixed with Haiku. My prose turned out more in the rhythms of poetry…but I am happy with it all the same

Infinity Train

There’s something so beautiful
About fictional worlds.

Hours could pass
And you’d never know.
Caught up in lives
Which aren’t your own.

They embrace you,
Encase you,
Then reel you in,
So to capture your heart and soul.

Toying with your mind,
Baiting your senses,
Leaving you wanting more.

So close,
Yet so far.

It’s never quite enough
But somehow you feel content.

A whirlpool of foreign emotions;
You don’t think you should feel them
That you could feel them
But you do.

A plethora of stories.

A never ending source of love
Of comfort
Of hope
Because if they can keep going
You can do so too.

You follow their journeys
Join in them
Leave your reality behind.

It’s the simplest protection
Your very own save haven
And no one need know you’re there.

Eclipse

Tell me of a love so deep
He ran the rivers dry
Waiting just to see him
He over spent his time
Not knowing just how
Out of reach he really was

Tell me of the whispered word
Slow passing down the line
Of how without intention
He keeps him bottled
While he waited to see
But never knew his faults

Tell me how he heard
The news of what he did
Such pain
Amongst the longing
Not sure how he could cope

So now

Tell me the story
About how the Sun
Loved the Moon so much
He died every night
To let him breath

Tell me of the burning heat
Which only burns for him
To just relinquish its hold
When the time is right
And let him have his spell
A spot to cool the world

Tell me how he felt
Once he knew he could see him
If only just this once
A single moment
Burning bright meets shadow
Eclipse

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Wordle #79 – Why so Blue?

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You sit on the embankment
Eyes of blue stare out
Waiting for your cynosure

Grains of sand
In their rough caress
They rub your fingers raw

Your every sinew
Longs for a caring touch

But none prevails

Not from the cold ocean wind, nor
From the lady of the pelagic

A desire so organic
It’s left you rejected

A once shining spoon, now
Rusting on the waters edge

Much worse than salt in the wound.

~

Loved the words for this weeks Wordle from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie! We are given twelve words and are asked to use 10 of them in a poem or story. I’ve bolded the ones I used, and ended up using them all this week 🙂