About the poet
Alison Brackenbury was born in 1953 in Gainsborough, Lincolnshire. She read English at St Hugh’s...
It is too beautiful to eat.
Knife crumbles it from gold to dark.
Our keenest edge cannot stay sharp
while in our walls, which seemed so strong,
damp murmurs with the evening sleet.
I wonder if I live too long
but then I taste the honeycomb,
its waxen white upon my teeth,
its liquid sun which hides beneath.
Small deities, of wind or moon,
behold me. In my shabby room
I am a god. I lick the spoon.
unpublished poem, © Alison Brackenbury 2013, used by permission of the author
Alison Brackenbury Reading from her Poems