A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)



She swore, never

Ever, to make it sweet

Ever again.

Much sweetness had passed

Caramel mush, both

Honeyed and salted

Firming up to cloying


Treacly… then sickly enough;

To let a bit of bitterness creep in.

The inviting aroma

Of a honeyed attachment

No longer soothed.

But the sticky-ness wouldn’t let her be.

That fabled fly in the honey pot.

Gluttonous yes, satiated too soon.

Scared to let the pot be

For who else might come by….

And so, as he drew himself closer,

Deeper, more madly yet, drinking

He could never guess how lonely

He’d get, when finally,

That Honey Pot, gave in.

Shattered, into slivers of sweetness.

That drew blood, when she tasted, off him.


09 April, 2018, Day#9 of #NaPoWriMo – as surreal and nonsensical as it gets.