I could simmer gold prettiness
steeped with rosemary
and a hint of balsamic–
a glaze to drizzle
over something delicious,
but now, right now,
I want my honey raw
and stolen, a comb
sweetened by stings
and primal,
the way bears know it.
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I can’t tell you how the sweetness of “gold prettiness” is lingering in my mind. Find your feral, honey! ; )
Thanks, Shrinks! I am all about ferality.
moi aussi
Oh my, Susan. Oh my.
Thank you!
And thanks for sharing the writer/storyteller post. It’s completely awesome. I hope everyone reads it.
Thank you! I had to share it.
Brilliant Susan — reminds me of so many things and memories. That sting makes the reward so much sweeter doesn’t it?
JCC, thank you! Can you believe this was inspired by a recipe list in my inbox? Go figure…
And, yes, the sting does make it worth it. 😉
Glad you liked this!
I love the image of “raw and stolen”… makes the honey all the sweeter!
Thank you!
Does a bear eat honey in the woods?;-) Lovely. you have me chuckling this morning. Alice
🙂 thanks, Alice. Just had to do it. popped into my mind after seeing a message in my inbox about cooking with honey.
On a side note, after your comment about bears in the woods, I almost wrote “pooped” instead of popped. I am so easily led.
I have a straight connection between incoming reality to my word generator, too. Often straight out my mouth.;-)
Hahaha–we have that in common!
Some things are worth a few stings. And when you have a thick hide, they’re easier to seek.
Even when the hide is thin, it’s worth it…
Smiles
Thanks, m’dear!
The honey is sweeter when stolen, like a kiss 🙂 Wonderful 🙂
Yes, and wilder too.
Wild honey! Like liquid sunshine and vitality!
Thank you, Jane. Yes! I love it. Nothing sweeter, or more dangerous 😉
I could taste it.
Mmmm. Hope it was yummy 😉
i can’t help…but whew…i want my honey raw as well like bears know it…so good…nice heat in this ma’am…smiles
Thanks, Claudia. Heh, you are the first person (besides Shrinks) to call me on the naughty in the poem. So glad you caught it 😉
Awesome write, Susan! A little walk on the wild side!
😉 yep.
Glad you liked it!
There seems something very earthy and sensual in having honey raw and stolen! Love those qualities of this poem.
Mary, thank you!
This is lovely, Susan.
I’d love to hear you read this, not to mention describe the texture of wild honey with the comb embedded in that sweetness.
Oh, Jeremy, thank you. I might toy with soundcloud a little later and post it up here.
Please do. 🙂
I will. Means I will have to do it on my kindle, as I can’t find my mic…
This is perfect. Perfect words, perfect thought–it’s poetry!
KB, thank you. I forget sometimes that the simple works so well.
This reminded me of the REM song “Me with honey,” so I caught the ‘naughty’ in your closure 🙂 Sometimes we just have to not play completely safe; a completely sanitised life is more than a little dull, I should imagine.
Oh, yes! I think life should be lived unpasteurized (except when it comes to dairy, of course).
HA…the sweetness of simple truths…sometimes both barrels head on is the only way to go
sweet, indeed
Peace
Oh, thank you! I agree, sometimes it has to be full speed ahead, damn the torpedoes 😉
Is there more to this poem than meets the reader’s eye?
There might be a suggestion or two 😉
ha…i like…particularly the last bit…i like mine raw as well…not turned into something else but won with the stings that def come with it if you are not careful…there is something a bit wild in it…smiles.
Hee, hee. There definitely is. I have a taste for wildness. SO GLAD YOU’RE BACK!!!!!!
oh yes, yes…wild honey……I already love your post from the title ~ Smiles ~
Grace, thank you! I love the sound of the word, and the way it drizzles so much more than the taste…
Awesome and raw it lasts for thousands of years.
I have heard that–those wonderful enzymes. Never lasts that long in my house 😉
We all need a little taste of wildness every once in a while. Excellent work!
Oh, thank you, Nico!
I have a brand new unopened bottle of honey in the cabinet I just might have to open… it’s not wild, though. Darn it.
It is still honey, though…which is the important thing!
NICE!
Thanks, Ayala.
I’ve been craving honey for the longest time, but keep forgetting to buy it when I go to the store. This poem makes me want some even more. Next time, it’s going to be the first thing I pick up! This was such a fun read. Thanks!
Oh, thank you! So glad you enjoyed.
I love the honey, as if its just come from the hive. It makes me feel closer to nature rather than just using it as an ingredient.
Yes–exactly.
oh yes, wild is best. *Smiles.*
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I agree, and thanks for commenting!
honey is such a sensual treat. What a wonderful ode to this “simmering gold”.
Need I say more? Everyone has said it all….what happens if one is allergic to bee stings? 😉
Eeks–in that case, get it out of a jar!
this is awesome! Fine write.
Thank you, Mohana!
Raw honey. You are so kicking it this month. Amazing.
Thank you, Adriene–as are you!
Susan, i can taste it in the simplicity of your sketched words!
Thank you, Deb!
I love your descriptions! They justly morph tasting honey into a dreamlike experience!
Jimmy, thank you!
A fun easy read that reminds me it’s time for bed. The balsamic drizzle imagery was really sensuous, I wonder what’s in the fridge….
Heh. Yes, you totally got this…
…and you reminded me of one of my favourite characters ever, the wild Beekeeper.
ooooo!
Har… Idgie will forever resonate with me, for a million reasons.