I inherited a palimpsest
that once upon a time
was flayed and limed
into a golden parchment
now it has only cursive traces
here and there of iron gall ink,
for over time abrading pumice
has smoothed away intent
and fogged identity
a single word uncensored
a tease…a hint… the quill strokes
of a perhaps wording…luve
I think its romance…
its silky cooing sound…oh
I think Burns’ sweeting poem
my luve is like a red, red rose…
I think velvet petal crimson
and aphid mildew thorn…oh
I think the taste…of bees…in honey
Artwork by Richard Diebenkorn
“Ocean Park, 82”
16 thoughts on “the taste of bees in honey”
So vivid. Beautiful!
Glad you think so, Nancy. Smiles…
Mmmmmm…the last stanza’s is so satisfying!
I’m fascinated by bees, Jana. Frequent in my poetry. Thank you, thank you for your comment!
An exquisite taste.
‘Twas a bear to write, Simon. I’m pleased you like it.
i’m listening to “gymnopedie for piano #1” by erik satie as i read your poem. thanks for a wonderful experience. “iron gall ink” and “Burns’ sweeting poem” create loveliness, as disparate as they are.
Serendipitous, Michael. This poem was tricky…perhaps too much so…and I’m glad you think it rather worked. Smiles…
I like this Bonnie. I found it teasing, then satisfying and a delight.
All good, John, and thank you. Smiles…
I do love how you have built on this mystery of the faded writing, and where your mind runs away to. So well done, as always.
What a thoughtful person you are, Jenifer. I value your comments very much. Smiles…
You had me in awe at “iron gall ink”!
Always, I’m grateful when you notice. Hope you and your family are well. Smiles…
This is a poem I feel in my bones as I read it. It speaks to me as an artist and as a person so small in the world. To leave a mark, tiny, insignificant, but a mark nonetheless. Honey – history into golden syrup.
I so value and learn from your responses, Sharon. They are beautifully…thoughtfully written.