Thursday, May 12, 2016

Honey



Honey-
crumb-soaker,
jar emblazer,
striking tongue in octaves-
the lurid mirth of dead flowers,
ectoplasm of a million bee-ghosts-
purged,
quintessenced.

Honey, a fumbling fugue
fragrance of untold summers
distilled-
trickling away, syllable by syllable,
prickles of blazing dulcitude-
from tongue, to throat
to soul.


- Jeena Mary Chacko (2014)


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1 comment:

Rainy Goodwill said...

I liked 'Fragrance of untold summers' :)