GloPoWriMo #17 My Honeysuckle Boy

17, GloPoWrimo, motherhood, nature, spring

_{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.

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.

18 responses to “GloPoWriMo #17 My Honeysuckle Boy”

beth

wonderful words for her wonderful fairies

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1. K. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Beth. I love 20-30’s fairy artwork and their talented creators.
  
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  1. beth
    
    Me too
    
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  2. K. Hartless
    
    🙂
    
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Tom

Beautiful tender verses, K – ‘I skipped sidewalks
in a trance from
his vanilla-scented crown’. Loved these heartwarming lines! 🙂

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1. K. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Tom. I washed that boy’s mane yesterday and can confirm it is no longer honey scented. But we did see the first shoots on our evening walk.
  
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rothpoetry

Very well written. They can be very invasive!

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1. K. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Dwight . I realized that after I selected it to talk about my son. Well,
  Children are a bit of like an invasive species, anyways, aren’t they?
  
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  1. rothpoetry
    
    Yes, they keep growing and become more demanding in thier needs! :>)
    
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Michele Lee

You’ve brought this spring scene to life in a most delightful way! Love your description of hummingbird wings. ✨

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1. K. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Michelle. I hope to see a few flit this way. Magical miniature birds.
  
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  1. Michele Lee
    
    You are welcome. If I could send a few your way, I would!
    
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Nicole Smith

Very creative. I used to love Honey suckle

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1. K. Hartless
  
  I am teaching my son to suck them correctly and that well spawned this poem. The 30’s fairy, a lucky find.
  
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Samantha Burgett

Ohh such a good tangle of words! I think this is my favorite so far. Thank you for sharing!

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1. K. Hartless
  
  Thank you. My honeysuckle boy is growing up, but this was a wonderful walk down memory lane. I appreciate your kind words.
  
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Cindy Georgakas

Such a beautiful enchanting poem K!❣️

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Karima Hoisan

Beautifully written and love the subject and image you chose K.

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