Espresso, my ritual 

Poem: Espresso, my ritual

 

A polite nudge to start the day

where silence will be placed out of sight and out of the way

Stretch and release last night’s final yawn

Again I feel I am here

Again to be re-born

 

The wild cat is starting to gradually purr

What lies ahead?

What’s due to occur?

 

Inhaling the uplifting aroma from a magic bean

The one that is roasted with that much needed caffeine

A mini lightning bolt

A morning jolt

 

Confidently announcing itself

with a sophisticated pulsating roar

Stand to attention

And watch it pour

 

Temperature perfect

With just one shot

It’s just how I like it

It’s not too… hot

 

 

Review: Espresso, my ritual

It’s intimate. It’s vivid. There’s a strong feeling of anticipation. I am with the poet during the whole orderly early morning yet exciting process and enjoying every minute.

That ‘nudge’ must be the first thought before getting out of bed; the thought of the thing that is needed to start the day ahead. It’s not a one off and this behaviour has become a regular thing. It feels good. It does good. Combatting the bad. It’s powerful stuff and the ritual is established.

The silence from the night is replaced by a gradual awakening of the senses.

Releasing the final yawn from the previous night is a strong visual. Released, yes but the yawn is being kept in its place and not permitted to enter the new day that lies ahead.

The word ‘Again’ mentioned twice reinforces the pattern established by this ritual. I find that solid and reassuring.

Positive statements of gratitude are what I’m seeing here. Good early morning mantras to accommodate the first coffee of the morning. Being alive and daily renewal with the words ‘I am here’ and ‘to be re-born’

I’m imagining the ‘Wild Cat’ with its purring referencing the sound of the coffee machine starting to warm up gradually. A soothing sound first thing especially on a dark winter’s morning whilst beginning to contemplate the day ahead.

Then there’s a sudden change of tempo with the coffee aroma

Penetrative rhyming with ‘magic bean and caffeine’  ‘lighting bolt and morning jolt’

There’s the trigger and what happens as a result!

It’s confident. It has my attention.

The roar and the pour visual is like being at the theatre.

‘One shot’ and ‘not too hot’ satisfyingly concludes the poem.

As the reader, I could read it again and again. It’s just how I like it.