this is a song about honey

This is a song about honey.

And tails.

It was going to be about cheese, but I ate it all with my fingers. I licked them clean and wiped them on my gingham apron with little yellow bees made from felt, so don’t fret.

Sundays are like that, in my house.

This was going to be about Elvis. My mama says when he died, I swore with my fierce little five year old heart that I would never love again. I’m not so sure I was wrong.

I still follow men with sideburns down the street, but I’ve learned to hide behind lampposts.

This once was a song about dictionaries. Sometimes, I line them up and make them play with each other, words tumbling from the spines and frolicking on my carpet.

The Russian dictionary needs to be kept apart from the German, though. They tend to pull each others’ pigtails when my back is turned.

This was going to be a song about red. It’s the colour of the spirals painted on my arm, of the caboose that knew and the hood of the girl who strode through forests with her spine straight and her smile crooked.

If I wore a scarlet letter, it would be W for wench, and my fingers would stroke the silk.

But this is a song about honey.

I have honey soap, honey candles and honey vodka that makes my eyes close and my ribcage fill with gold. I hold the jars to the light and there’s fire in the glass, sticking and shining and a star in my open hand.

It’s the only food that never spoils, and what I call the stray cats in the alleyways.

And this is a song about tails. Mine is long and lavish, with a curl to the tip like a question mark. If you know to look, you can sometimes catch sight of it dropping beneath the hem of my dress as I strut.

Many have lost their tails to the city, but some of us still purr.

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There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the earth.

The other day, I caught sight of myself in a shop window. It was dusk, and the golden light caught the glow in my eyes and the fire of my hair, cut into a new fringe. I had a European haircut, my favourite red coat wrapped around me against the winter chill I love, and a bottle of Viognier tucked under my arm as I strode down Brunswick Street in my little black dress and knee high boots.

And I thought, well, will you look at that.

I’m all grown up, back home after weeks on foreign soil, getting paid to work with words and pretty damn comfortable in my skin, off to share cold wine and warm words with my lover on a winter night in a city I adore.

My life is damn fine.

Moments like that are pure gold….there is so much that makes me happy.

Don’t let me forget that, ok?

I love the words that fall between the cracks; where I have to roll my sleeve up, jam my arm down into the darkness, and yank the stories up by their hair.

I write with black coffee, and bare feet.

Both seem to help.

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  • msdebbie
    msdebbieabout 4 years ago

    Oh Bell, next time I make it to Nnrthcote I must buy you a honey martini – this lovesong to yourself, the city, makes me smile so :D
    The viognier sounds fine – but I am more partial to some of the excellent Shiraz Viognier blends these days – love the red.
    Love the texture of the honey references though.
    Sadly, must be the odd mood I find myself in with unwellness and many meds, but the golden line reminded me of something unsavoury and amusinng
    If silence is golden, duct-tape is silver
    Sorry for the segue beautiful xoxo

  • Consider it a date – I will share a honey martini with you anytime! I’m definitely not a Shiraz fan, I have to say though :-( Hope the meds kick in sweetheart…hope you feel better soon x x

    PS A lovesong to myself and my city? How that made me smile…..

    – bellmusker

  • Emraldae
    Emraldaeabout 4 years ago

    Your words never fail to make me smile Bell.
    I have to say… I’m not a fan of honey, unless its on brown bread with a little butter.
    So I find it quite odd that your words are making me crave honey….
    All I have to say is, if you ever feel like your loosing your purr, well, I have a feeling you’ll find it again right here :)

  • That’s why when I feel such shine, I have to come write it down, so that when I’m stumbling I can follow the gingerbread trail back here and remember, remember, remember all the joy in my life. And you know, it almost always works :-)

    – bellmusker

  • Jason D. Laderoute
    Jason D. Lader...about 4 years ago

    Indelibly Evocative, presenting many poses of Mystery and pause for intent to beg question.
    I feel Resolve and yet there is elements of lingering reminiscence. It totally Strikes as a Hammer on an Anvil… A Solid Resonance which reciprocate from my own life past from circumstantial arrivals to Situational precursors. Very Cool

  • Thanks Jason, I’m glad this resonated with you – ’tis in ways a flippant piece, but still spits out glowing little stars for me when I read it back. And that, really, was the point for me :-) Thanks!

    – bellmusker

  • Cosimo Piro
    Cosimo Piroabout 4 years ago

    Bell…this is a nice strut down Brunswick St, and along the way you have created such a bevy of wonders to observe…..a wonderland full of images….may you continue to purr. xoxo

  • may you continue to purr
    Thank you! You know, just between us….I think I will :-) x x

    – bellmusker

  • Lawford
    Lawfordabout 4 years ago

    Ah yes. Honey.
    Curled up on the couch watching a favourite movie, licking honey from a spoon and sipping 50 year old cognac. Ummmmmmm
    Sing some more.

  • 50 year old cognac? I’ve never had the pleasure, but that is definitely now on my ‘must do’ list…and rising steadily!

    – bellmusker

  • Leith
    Leithabout 4 years ago

    Of course it’s a song about honey.
    You are the bees knees afterall :)

  • My favourite idiom! Right up there with ‘the cat’s pyjamas’, hehe. Thank you kind sir, most appreciated :-)

    – bellmusker

  • Lynette1
    Lynette1about 4 years ago

    You always draw me in with your words – and this was one of those occasions x

  • Thank you Lynette…lovely to hear from you x

    – bellmusker

  • Trenchtownrock
    Trenchtownrockabout 4 years ago

    Oh my are such a terrific writer..I am glad to venture down your path and read you..that was a beautiful song that journeyed through your mind..nicely done work.

  • Ah, what a wonderful comment to leave….so glad you enjoyed the song! Thanks for stopping by :-)

    – bellmusker

  • Elucidate
    Elucidateabout 4 years ago

    yes, you remain my favourite writer.
    only oscar has more of my heart.

  • Oh, that’s a powerful comment to drop onto this page….one I won’t be forgetting. Thank you, so much.

    – bellmusker

  • Teacup
    Teacupabout 4 years ago

    we so needs that moments to remind us of what is just fine and dandy in our lives… your words as ever spill from the page and into my imagination, conjuring up such wonderful images and tails!! love this Bell… x

  • I know, we do need these messages now and then. It’s been such a dark week here, that I had to go looking for the light. And of course, it came through ink…who’d ever have thought it, hey? :-) So glad you enjoyed this x

    – bellmusker

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