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 ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is deeper than the harbour we once bathed in together ..
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Wow N, power title to start off with! As a child my older cousins and uncles took me wild honey ‘hunting.’ And yes, without the aid of bleached processed sugar it can have its specific type of sweetness that isn’t the sweetest type around. So glad to be experiencing this poem!
I am so glad you checked in CB .. I had been wondering who this might go down N
Sweeter than honey those long-ago days Nev. - -- remembering when love was a song that could never die and this piece of poetry proves it with relatable imagery - - - it set me off recalling life on the cheap but oh what great times ....x
if I had but one wish, that wasn't selfish, I would wish that every single decent human being on the planet could have a similar joyous experience as I had, back in the day .. with a happier outcome maybe .. but that is what I would wish for ................................. thanks so much Fay x
Yes dear friend - - sharing a joyous experience with everyone sounds unselfishly good to my mind - - and not forgetting that wishes come true - well at least sometimes............x
KP will have to go. She is costing me too much! But I won't see her any less. I don't see her 99% in person anyway - only on TV, in papers, or doing 'porridge''?
She gets away with things, with botox making her look like an old trout age 99, so they let her off (No offence to oldies).
was that a thumbs up or down or are you just sitting on the fence twiddling them .. your thumbs, I mean, I wouldn't want to go disturbing Fido this late in the day 🙂
Your imagery rich lines sent me off in a number of different directions individually, Nev; but once more my pedestrian mind floundered in the depths...
Enjoyable trip as tourist, though.
thank you for visiting my latest little scribble, Dave
This is so lovely dear poet! I mean jeez I felt this experience as it was happening, and your godsent rhetoric and style just ties it all together. "I shall focus entirely on / love songs, / our survival and poetry .." is actually such a beautiful line. Whilst your lover (I'm assuming) is getting ready for what seems like a good time, you're already looking further to the "survival" of the relationship. This is wonderful!
How kind, I am delighted you were able to see it like that Rocky .. thank you my friend ... Neville
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