GloPoWriMo #17 My Honeysuckle Boy

c1930 by Cicely Mary Barker
Be sure to check out her beautiful garden of images and words.
Tiny fingers in a fist,
he’s my Japanese Honeysuckle,
my invasive species.

In his first spring,
I skipped sidewalks
in a trance from
his vanilla-scented crown,
his elliptical leaves said,
“Come to me," and

I was bound.

Tongue to blossom,
nectar released.

But hunger resprouts vigorously.
Hummingbirds flirt
their eyelash wings,
and at night, 
the mouth like a moth 
searches for
an opening.

Tongue to blossom,
nectar released.

Our first summer 
remains evergreen,
even as Cardinals 
leave their droppings.

Spotted sidewalks 
spread next year’s seeds,
a fresh batch of 
Japanese Honeysuckles
in their infancies.

©2023 | K. Hartless

GloPoWriMo #17: In the poem, try to make a specific comparison between some aspect of the plant’s lifespan and your own – or the life of someone close to you. Also, include at least one repeating phrase.


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