When Wild Honey is Not Always the Sweetest

this is intentionally somewhat deeper than the harbour we once bathed in together ..

When Wild Honey is Not Always the Sweetest

 

I suppose at a push

or a pinch or a shove ..

We could try to

survive on the cheap ..

Like the students

down at the harbour ..

I hear they thrive on

goats cheese,

Retsina, yesterday’s

crusts and wild honey ..

With maybe, a handful

of pills thrown in

just for good measure

at weekends ..

And if we only go out

in the evening my love,

when the sun has gone ..

Your skin

and complexion will

both surely stay white

and unsullied ..

The envy again, of all

those in the ghetto

we are both somehow,

each tied to ..

Then, while you are busy

tie-dying, shampooing

and preening ..

I shall focus entirely on

love songs,

our survival and poetry ..

 

Author's Note

when the green grass, on the other side is not all that it was made out to be

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

When there is true love, you don't need money. You can dine on each other. These are beautiful thoughts you have shared here of past memories Neville. These memories seem to me to be of the best quality honey but I am wondering whether the romance lasted. The whole feel of the poem focuses round late sixties, early seventies to me. I especially liked the final three lines. They are a man in love with his woman.

Chris

[Neville]

I once had a good imagination & not a bad memory too .. I now seem to forget things before I have even thought of them .. Bless you Chris :)

[Red Brick Keshner]

It's what we do with the honey and what it does for us that is so fascinating! Perhaps if we were colour blind enough there wouldn't be all this hoo hah that everyone is forcing upon us and that we allow to affect us so. Oh well. Good reading in any case!

[Neville]

good reading does it for me anytime and always my friend .. thank you Fred K :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville.. that is exactly how it seems to be. We feel so helpless as if the Sky were falling … and yet we keep preening…. Perhaps like a Nightmare we will wake and see the… Comradierie. gently, Pat

[Neville]

Howdy Pat, what a treat to have you pass by and leave an impression .. You may never know how much that means to me, but I can assure you, it is one hell of a lot ma'am .......Kindly yours from a gentle Me :) x

[Patricia Wedel]

We are all given the love of honest feelings… it seems Autumn is a time for Apple pie and Poetry with Colors falling like Blessings. tenderly, Pat