I found this poem in my journal from several years back. I made a few improvements on it as I share it here.
It is really quite silly, but I guess a cute way of expressing my immense love and passion for chai….
I have been told by others that there is something “magical” about my chai, I am not sure if it is simply some flattery or if there really is something special about it.
But I guess that may have inspired me to write a silly cute little poem….I will warn you, if you read it right, it might just make you crave my chai… 😉
Elsa’s Magical Chai
The lonesome Queen with her elegant stances
Knows what is willed
When the tea kettle dances
The water boils and the steam rises…
Screaming for attention
Yearning for romances
The steam signals an everlasting longing for partition from the kettle…
And then the water pours…pours…pours…
Into the dazzling eager cup.
Awaiting for a turbulent ride down through the wonderous kingdom of contentment.
Swarming inside
Steam rising high…
…lashing up to the ceiling
The Queen seeps in the bag
Giving it just enough time
And at just the right time…
As she’s swaying her hips
Anticipating the wonderous escape….
When the delicious blissful liquid caresses her lips…
There is music, but from where?…
It’s there….Something is in the air…
The anticipation seems to have awoken all the senses…
How lovely it would be
To embrace this moment in your company…
But here I am… in my home…
Why musn’t I take in this moment on my own,
So when the time has come,
She takes the spoon
And wraps it with the string around the bag…
Just gently to allow
For freedom, to sway
Dabbing the spoon, in and out, all throughout,
Playing a familiar rhythmic chime…
Sway, sway, sway….
Splash splash splashing the spoon
Into the anxious cup…
Pour, pour, pouring the cream
And just the right amount
Into the avid cup…
Two spoons of sugar…we mustn’t forget
One last time…
The spoon must serve it’s purpose.
Spin spin spin the spoon around for the final full effect.
And with a lasting salute for fulfilling its duty
She thanks the spoon for its service, its graciousness.
And tosses him into the sink and away…
Now you must rest…
For it is time for me to sit down, relax and drink away the day…
And as she embraces her cup against her chest…
She can finally nurse the lustful longing for her beloved chai…
Surely, at last… the Queen has reached her high.
ETK