Poetry is like a hot drink
We all have our favourite type
When it tastes like how we think
And it's been made just right
And we all love it a certain way
But we'll take it as it comes
We're always grateful for the cuppa
But we learn not to ask again
If it wasn't made just proper
So a poet is like a barista
The crafts-person of the word
Taking orders from society
And putting them into the world
In the vague and abstract hope
They set the scene
Almost perfectly
Rowan Blair Colver
We all have our favourite type
When it tastes like how we think
And it's been made just right
And we all love it a certain way
But we'll take it as it comes
We're always grateful for the cuppa
But we learn not to ask again
If it wasn't made just proper
So a poet is like a barista
The crafts-person of the word
Taking orders from society
And putting them into the world
In the vague and abstract hope
They set the scene
Almost perfectly
Rowan Blair Colver
