Honeysuckle
right now there is nothing I want more than
a pint jar of honeysuckle jelly
that tastes like the air of Kentucky May
when sunshine heats the pale-yellow petals
beneath a cloudless blue sky
a breeze blithe on my newly bare skin
the undergrowth of green vines vivid against shadow
right now there is nothing I want more than honeysuckle jelly
and you
alive at the kitchen table in our house in the woods
spooning jelly on the scratch biscuit in your hand
winking a blue eye at me
sun reflecting off the glass jar of palest yellow
shadows bound to the vines on the edge of the woods around our house
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What a dreamy poem–sweet, but a hint of sadness suggested by the “I” wanting the person in the 2nd stanza “alive.” I love how the color blue and pale-yellow weave through the poem.
“that tastes like the air of Kentucky May ”
So many senses to capture the longing for a loved one.
I’ve never had honeysuckle jelly until now. Thank you.
So bittersweet on my tongue, thank you
Sue – what a lovely poem! Great connection between memory of taste and memory of sight. The sun comes alive with the memory of the person, yet the end finds the writer in shadows and on the edge. Such gentle tension really moves the poem and the reader.
This is a poem that moves so well toward the turn and through it, that the reader is left licking their lips despite the sadness.
this is sheer beauty
My goodness, thank you all.