You came to me on a ship in ornate caddies,
Once opened, air laced with heliotrope,
bergamot, rose, jasmine and broken
orange pekoe. I was in Ceylon.
You built empires and broke them.
I wanted you more, vital crutch:
to soothe, to soar, to sieve free
leaf, bagged, strained.
Sharon Woodcock’s poems have been published by Ink Sweat and Tears, Message in a Bottle, Anti-Zine, Atavic Poetry, Kumquat Poetry, The Zen Space, Ink Pantry Publishing and What the Dickens Magazine. Co-founder/co-editor of Word Bohemia.