Bees
I first worked in the nursery,
tenderly stroking
my sibling larvae.
My next job
was to dispose
of rubbish,
family slumped
on the hive's
floor.
O my dead sisters...
"Hurry," I was instructed.
"There are deadlines
to meet."
With help I pushed them out
through the hive's
entrance,
an omen of what
was to come:
a plague of moisture
slipped into our world.
Desperate,
we swarmed.
For days we clung
to a branch,
covering our Queen,
warming her
as our sisters
on the perimeter
saw their wings stiffen,
their bodies whiten
to a pale frost.
Papery,
they flew off like petals,
like shredded documents,
their records
lost.
Bees
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Re: Bees
Workshop re the close -
Papery petals
they flew off
like shredded documents,
their records
lost.
Michael (MV)
Papery petals
they flew off
like shredded documents,
their records
lost.
Michael (MV)