Poem Bee

An old huitain, revised

She swoops into a clover field
imbibing nectar from the yield
to bring the buzz back to my muse.
In labyrinths, her job’s concealed,
while jamming cells, so I can wield
my wings. I’ll savour scones that ooze
with honey, mead to make this toast —
to hiving my redundant ghost.

© capricorn 2021
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Savvi

Love this Eira a real treat for the senses, subtle rhymes and a great end line. Nice job Keith

Sweetwater

I love the image of scones oozing with honey ‘yes please’, 🙂 Sue.

Jolen

How I wish I could do work like this. Your piece is so very lovely and lyrical.

blessings,
jolen

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We need more huitains – and structured and rhyming verse in general – on the site…

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