Honey Woman – A Poem by Lilly Kujawski
She is called the Honey Woman.
They say she lives alone in her mountain cabin. She is the only one left of her kind. The Healers. Earth mothers. Born of stardust. Her heart mourns.
In the sharp air her voice calls out for her lost sisters. She floats through the world
as the river does. Only loves when the lover is absent. Keeps her door unlocked. She is waiting for someone.
She boils water for jasmine tea. Sets the table. Sings to the honeybees. Grows sage and tulips and strawberries in her garden.
Here, she has made a home for herself. Carved herself into this universe. At nightfall she watches the stars. Each glowing reminder of all that she has lost.