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 2019
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Gothicman
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Short and beautiful Eira, I love bees too, especially the unassuming bumble. I’m afraid it’s going to be an ant and wasp year, here this year, not so inspiring! But this leaves the taste of honey after reading, Nature at her sweetest, and much enjoyed.
Trevor

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

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

Jolen
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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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