09 August 2015

papersquare 008: flower bee


we used to bring each other colours,
  you had the green of life connected,
  twined through you, rooted past
  and forward tendrils, touching.
I brought the buzzing of black wings,
  yellow striped for danger
  stealing your nectar and free to fly
  to some other flower.
my sting is drawn, withdrawn
  your bark thickened and blossom pale,
  air moves but nothing trembles
  and the bees are disappearing.

2 comments:

  1. Ohhhh... I love this. You are TRULY a poet. It just comes naturally. This poem reminds me of another poet, Patricia Lockwood, except your language is more rich and lyrical (preferred). Excellent.

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  2. Hugely impactful first line ... and the rest fills it out.

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