Thirty-nine bodies
lay on the ground
in the summer sun
As I watched
workers carried two more away
Around me
life continued as usual
a hum of activity
oblivious
Thirty-nine bodies
on that square of concrete
that summer afternoon
As I watched
saddened by their sudden deaths
Around me
a thousand more bees
collected pollen
for the hive
<Deleted User> (13762)
Fri 22nd Jun 2018 09:39
excellent Chris - could be about so much more than bees - the kind of poem that builds and builds and finally blows your mind. Col.
<Deleted User> (19421)
Thu 21st Jun 2018 18:57
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Chris Armstrong
Fri 22nd Jun 2018 14:53
Thanks Colin (and Darren) - I didn't want to make it too dramatic - although for me as a novice beekeeper, it was a little unsettling - but felt the late denouement would make readers think. It seems to be all fine down in the apiary now!