To A Red Teapot (Poetry)

You gleam your comfort — rosy-bellied — squat
coloured warm and cheerful
as you brew
your magical infusion — blended fine
from leaves gathered
young and green from the sun-soaked hills
of India.

Your steam a breath from eastern climes
holds promise as you pour
a golden arc —
the liquid filling in the cup
a language gurgled warm
from your curved spout
singing its spell.

Red as the heart of any home
you are tradition’s remedy
to soothe all ills
and sorrows clouding the horizon
your female shape symbolic —
plump domesticity open-armed
in welcome.