An extract from the title poem of Ion Corcos’ pamphlet, A Spoon of Honey, published by Flutter Press.
Spoon of Honey
I thought coming to a barren mountain,
sheer cliffs full of shadow,
the lone eagle, dry cuts on the slopes,
I thought that I would find
If I walked beside
stone walls, picked up fallen rocks
and looked beneath them,
that I would find my name.
A spoon of honey,
a corridor underground…
The pamphlet, A Spoon of Honey, is available to purchase here.