by Elizabeth Darcy Jones


A slender little volume in which several varieties of tea – oolong, lapsang, Darjeeling, etc – are treated as personalities; there’s a spot of interesting prose on each, then a series of poems follow. The plethora of praise and the five star reviews to be found on Amazon and elsewhere suggest I am simply not its intended audience, clearly many poetry lovers find it charming. For me, it was all rather slight and rather precious and not at all to my taste. In my opinion, the consistent use, by the author, of the word ‘poetea’ tells you all you need to know about the tone and content of this book.

These poems on tea, over-sugared for me. Indeed, I found them quite frighteningly twee.