The Honey Month

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Twenty-eight days there are in the month of February a cold month a month in which the summer seems an endless dream one had once long ago. We should not be tricked by the frost for it was during the dreaming month of February that Amal El-Mohtar composed </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The Honey Month</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> a book that tastes and smells of sun. Each day she uncapped a vial of honey letting the brew inspire the words that became this book. Amal offers us much more than poetry and prose however. Her words wrap around us like spiderwebs gently pulling us into the web she weaves where honey girls tempt and tease us where things lost return and sorrow paints the leaves. This is a colourful book but it is by no means a frivolous one. Remember not all honey is sweet.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span>?</span>These bewitching poems and stories unwind a fevered world of magic and longing and young women who chance the uncanny and gain wisdom beyond their years.</p>