Jar of Honey Poetry
Jarred
Life could be sweeter
As if the honey could replenish
all that had been plundered.
As if my soul, sold for money,
could find redemption in a jar.
As if my promises were golden
globs of sweetness I could feed
you with a spoon.
As if a jar of honey was an orange
slice of sky.
As if my hands, holding the virgin jar,
could serve as makeshift womb.
The first and last lines are from Francesca Moroney’s poem, “I KEPT BUYING BOTTLES OF HONEY.”
Listen to this poem read by Rebecca A. Barrett:
Nolcha’s poems have been curated in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Open Arts Forum and Chewers & Masticadores. Accidental interviewer/reviewer. Faker of fake news.
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