Hostage In A Honey-Drop Poem by saranyan bee

I am a hostage in a honey drop
trapped in breathlessness,
who would set me free
oh vicious nectar,
why did you trap me in gold!

what I see is gold
the sun gold
enlivened air is gold
the flowers are gold
the brier gold
the bustard’s beak is gold
bustard is gold

No, I want to be the bow in a comets’ trail
hear the stars in the sky wail,
be the waltz and the jingle
plumage of the peacock in a jungle
a beaver in the colony of mound
Lilliputan sliding over Gulliver aground,

why am I the crystal bubble
a ball in the pear shape
I was a nobody then
nobody though I played
with the redness of the leaves in Autumn
with the scented spring of blossom
with bright-eye cherry of possum
with hues in the dales awesome

hang thyself honey
till hurt gives way
and you fall,
where is the liberator
come, brandish your saber
all things sever

for they say honey lasts for ever,
for they say honey lasts for ever.

Saranyan BV © October 2010 I