We strained the honey, it flows like light
On our bread’s darkness; we take a bite,
Lost in the glorious mystery
Of wilding sweetness that sets us free.
How precious to set aside our shrugs
Of unbelief and squash them like bugs!
Minds that are closed can open anew;
Eat of our bread now—we break it for you.
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #285
More Writers’ Pantry #39 at Poets and Storytellers United
My grief over my father’s death has become my life’s work. Some days I drink from a bitter cup. Other days I choose to spread my bread with honey. And sometimes I lay myself down on the anvil of sorrows and let the hammer fall, shaping me as it will. Sheer stubbornness drives me to try to understand why a tear leans into the wind, hoping to dry itself; or why the dead enter our world saying nothing, giving neither comfort nor counsel, but simply watching and waiting. So far, I have failed in my quest, but I will not quit. Stubbornness, remember?
Walking through the woods
on an autumn afternoon—
this is song enough.
The honey I gather at noon,
I spread on my bread with a spoon.
I haven’t a knife.
Besides, it’s my life,
Not yours, so don’t judge me, you loon!
Limerick © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Honey/Bee”
She wears simple clothes
with not a tear in the fabric,
with not a single button missing,
bought from the corner thrift store—
a scarf the color of buckwheat honey;
a skirt as black as a bell at midnight;
a chemise beaded with row upon row
of tiny white shells
gathered just before dawn.
I never tire of watching her
in her element:
the thrift store at the corner,
where the sidewalk is almost level,
and a sign in the window
says they have an opening
for someone who speaks Latin—
perhaps she will apply.
Wayside shrine, Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
Garden bench at Sanguinetti House Museum, Yuma, Arizona
School year’s over—it’s sittin’ time!
~~ ~~ ~~
drifting to the bench,
easing down to meditate—
honey on her tongue
Wayside shrine, the Virgin of Guadalupe, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
all the little shrines
reviving weary pilgrims—
honey on the way
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Abandoned house, Southern Arizona