Bittersweet Bergamot tea

I welcomed a cup
of Bergamot tea
burdened with excess
filigree
finery too plump for me
I said to Bergamot, the tea
how did you conquer poverty?

Bergamot spoke quiz-ic-ally
to me, the white-plumed-willow-tree
about her wealth she would not say
but spoke freely of her poorer days

When she a fine young fleshy fruit
danced for kings in Hazelgruit
I only guessed the older brew
was something she’d succumb-ed to

The years had ravaged firm young skin

ripeness loosened everything
the pear once firm and beautiful
no longer charmed the hill people

Bergamot was no more want-ed
for her sweet-firm-pear-shaped bod
rather still, they loved her more
for the bittersweet scent of her inner core
aromas citrus, sweet and pure, leaves
that filled the air with cures.

Suffice it is, for me to say
that Bergamot had steeped her way
from heady days in courts of kings
to long warm baths in cups of lace

Bittersweet Bergamot tea

© Karin Taylor

Joined February 2008

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