Grace Pennington

JBU's English Department Literary Magazine

English Breakfast

By Grace Pennington, student

Christina Bunker - Tea

by Christina Bunker


Plop me into boiling water

And I shall steep and submerge

And bleed the flowers of my trade

Permeating the scent of jungles,

Africa, India and sweet earth

Traded tastes of spiced lands unknown

Into one contained ocean

Bringing forth a hue like burnt caramel

Dug up gold with a nutty taste


If you let me stew long enough

If the bath is scorching enough

If I let go enough


Then, time and tie me right

And you will find that

Steam brings out a beauty

That is held inside

Of my potpourri of exotic lands


Drink me and understand

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