Poetry and Honey

It’s National Poetry Month, which brilliantly coincides with my goal to try my hand at more poems. Poetry is fun for me, more like play sometimes than other forms of writing – and while much of my poetry is very bad, I tend to give myself more freedom and leeway on the page when I’m writing it.

ReadWritePoem is offering daily jaunty prompts to jump-start your writing this month, and one of them involved taking inspiration from paint colours. Behr actually has a paint colour called Wildflower Honey, from which came the impetus for the bit of verse below.

Miel de Fleurs Sauvages

A small glass jar of captured sunshine,
the colour of warm light poured through wood,
lives in the back corner of
my red wire tray
behind bags and boxes of tea.
It lightens robust brewed black leaves
with a splash of wild sweetness,
and puts me back in my red coat
last April,
licking a small plastic stick
dipped in heaven
somewhere on the rue de Rivoli.

Advertisement