It’s time for tea

We lock our hearts away

In a strong case made of

Glass you can see but not

Penetrate and behind each

Plate we line up the cups with

 Matching saucers, best bit turned

 To face the audience while behind

It cracks choke on dust and the

Wood collects gloom for want of

Other company; these cups have

Nothing to say, locked away for

So long, they have forgotten how

To warm their bones with tea, how

To handle the soothing, be cradled in

Jammy fingers and strawberry thumb