Kettle Dance

Dented copper kettle dances
On the stove, it hisses, prances.
Creased by years of filling, pouring,
Heat and cold and soot enduring.
Still it pirouettes and utters
Wondrous music as it sputters.
Then at promptly half past three
It offers all a perfect tea.

[poem © Nancy Bond]


Author: nancybond

A writer, photographer, naturalist from small town Nova Scotia, Canada.

4 thoughts on “Kettle Dance”

  1. Hi Stephen — no, I’ve never put my poems together anywhere, except in my own files. Maybe someday I’ll put them in PDF form or something. :)

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