Tea house standing silent by the water’s edge
Red and black wooden walls
Offset by white sliding doors
Glass panels that reveal and conceal
The space within
The lake laps lugubriously
In soft waves at the base of the stilts
Up above, on the decking, people sit
And watch the insects bounce on the water
The boats paddle slowly
The wind chases the clouds across the summer sky.
This poem was inspired by the beautiful tea house that stands by the boating lake at Hever Castle, in Kent.