Treasure Island

Sally Evans

(1942 / London)

Poems of Sally Evans

The Honey Seller,1800

Under the Castle gate
bringing my store to the kitchen
I am asked to wait.
Honey shines in crocks in my basket.

The gardener wants to know, he says,
if this is a bee-skep hole.
Can we keep bees in it?
He leads me round the old bowls green,

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