2013: Sandra D’Ascensao – “Archeology of Honey” and “The Day Will Come”

Archaeology of Honey
Sandra D’Ascensao
Southern New Hampshire University Undergraduate Poetry Winner

Out I dance
Upon your goldenrod,
Collect the nectar there.
Raise dust motes of pollen,
I trample flower head to flower head,
My stepping-stones to haven.
The safety of the hive.

With the gifts of your garden
I line my sacristy.
I fill the craters of my papery soul
With your sweetness.
Until I need it more.
In the dark, it is a catalyst to my sorrow, but
I heal with honey we have made.

You shy in fright,
Swat me away
And sing me near.
Sweet nectar words.
A threat. A promise. A hope.
I swarm your head and buzz your ears
And steal from you the garden virtues:
Serenity, patience, and expectation.

Like Min I give you honey,
Consecrate you like a Hindu god,
Buddha’s monkey gift,
The lord who inspired the bee
Who drunk on mead forgot to follow
To the waxy catacomb of my hive.
I keep love there in reserve.

I come to you for nectar,
I make honey and partake
Enough, I think
To sweeten bitter days
When your fields lie fallow.
Til then I dance to music that you sing,
Locked in these roles of
Golden rod and bee.

The Day Will Come
Sandra D’Ascensao
Southern New Hampshire University Undergraduate Poetry Winner

When I am all you have left
You come home to me.
I take you in.
Each time with more baggage,
Heavy with regret and longing.
I find a place.
Carve a space,
At the dark end of the closet.
When I go
I will carry nothing.
I will not return.
The day will come.

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