A Jar of Honey
You hold it like a lit bulb,
a pound of light,
and swivel the stunned glow
around the fat glass sides:
it’s the sun, all flesh
and no bones,
but for the floating
knuckle of honeycomb.
Jacob Polley (from The Brink, Picador, London, 2003)
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