Thistle honey
hangs on the tongue
a time apart,
.
slips into an amber strand,
a scrambled smile
over savouring lips.
.
All praise to those bees
I call my own,
foraging reaches of dream.
.
............
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Tapestries
PoetryPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
Thistle Honey
Thistle honey
hangs on the tongue
a time apart,
.
slips into an amber strand,
a scrambled smile
over savouring lips.
.
All praise to those bees
I call my own,
foraging reaches of dream.
.
............
