Honey Suckle Princess



Nectar Magician …..she

white witch

swings her honeycomb wishes

made of violin

spilling herself

to the voice of god

of sweeping stone notes

singing pink

harvesting air

and a strand of honeysuckle thinking

a loosely braided story

preserved in










Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

19 thoughts on “Honey Suckle Princess

  1. Oh dear. This is perfection.
    I would love to lose myself in a strand of honeysuckle thinking. In fact, I’m pretty sure I just did, oh you honeysuckle, you.


  2. this is an increditbly HOT piece that can be two-fold as in mentally and physically. that ecstasy becomes a wonderful moment when it’s culminated at the end. so very nice !!! great word combinations as well and it’s very fluid.


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