I’ve been delighting in bees. So when my alarm reminded me *cough, cough, cough* that I was hosting the Weekend Mini-Challenge at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, bees—beautiful, glorious bees—were the first thing that came to mind. So yes, my Wicked Luvs, below is a wee bit of bee poetry.
“They Say Selfish like It’s a Bad Thing”
She flies alone. With lips
and legs covered in kisses
from her home-bloom.
When other flowers call her name,
“Come sit on us. Let us feel your tongue.
Stop flying for you, selfish thing,”
she flies alone. Thinking
of home-pollen sweet coating
her legs and smirking lips.
a wee note…
– I’m borrowing a few of Hedgewitch’s words to say that sometimes “poetic lightning [enjoys] striking twice”. She wrote “The Night Bee”, a poem inspired by the same prompt that birthed this one, a few days after I wrote my own contribution—she didn’t read my piece before writing hers. But the poems read like soul-sisters. Hedgewitch is one of the most ethical poets I’ve ever known, so she wanted to remove her piece from her blog. I requested she didn’t. I thought it would be interesting to share one of those moments when two different minds swim in the same creative waters without being aware of each other’s presence. If you have a chance, read “The Night Bee”. It’s freaking yummy.