Honeycomb Gold Poem by Francie Lynch
Honeycomb Gold
We dredge secrets,
That's the start,
Panning love from art.
Our words wash over
Like sluicing water,
To clean the buried heart.
Crack the hard rock
To reach motherlode;
Veins enrich us,
With jewels to share.
Float to the summit
On romantic trysts;
Reclaim me from
An open pit
With deep drill
Diamond bits.
These small gems
We call poems
Are sweet as gold
From honeycombs.
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