Teapot

earth and mesh
honey and milk
and hot hot water

shiny smooth
covered with
a woollen cosy coat

sitting on the window sill
Billie Holiday sings the sound of blue

sweet creamy winter
doonas and open fires
a balm that transports
with just one cup

you smell like
sunshine

piece of Bauhaus
brilliance

when I come unstuck
you’re left collecting dust

yet you are a patient companion
waiting for me