The day’s spilled over
like a tipped cup of honied
tea, and we’ve run out
of words. Of time.
The moon: a lemon lolly
or a wintergreen lozenge
we long to melt
on hungry tongues.
::
In November, we poem.
The day’s spilled over
like a tipped cup of honied
tea, and we’ve run out
of words. Of time.
The moon: a lemon lolly
or a wintergreen lozenge
we long to melt
on hungry tongues.
::
In November, we poem.
Love it! The moon imagery is fabulous 🤩
Thank you so much.
I love the phrase “lemon lolly.” What a fun thing to tongue-flick rapidly on repeat. 🙂
😉
Hungry tongues!!!
🙂 Thanks, Misky.
Is it me, changing?, or your newer magic words? I don’t know. But of late I am seeing a more personal quality voiced in your poems. Whatever any reasons, thank you for these words delivered in your care. Busy you too. Me barely keeping stride.
Is November one of those poem-a-day months??
Thank you so much, Neil. And yes, indeed, November and April are poem-a-day month dazes. 😉
I love November primarily because I get to read you every day.
Thank you for this thirst quenching poem.