Tag: hexagon

• Honey

  Pure honey on my breakfast table, the honeycomb still visible, the dark triumphant golden of the hexagonal walls, the structure that seems to breathe, to concertina, something that you could walk through. But I don’t walk through, I take the castle on my spoon it passes across my lips and tongue, down my throat, coating…

  alisonwells

  January 12, 2011

  A river of stones

  a river of stones, aros, hexagon, the shape of honey, the taste of honey