Of Bees and Flowers

Cherry

By well-wisher

Thu, 24 Jan 2013
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The Bees

Oh, we plunder cotton thistle
and we liberate the rose
for wherever nectar glistens,
there we honey makers go.

God save our United Queendom;
hail our tiger coloured horde.
Our foremothers dwelt in Canaan;
Heaven’s hive is our reward.

The Flowers

We seduce the bar-bar bee
with all our perfume, paint and frills.
They hunger after golden nectar
so we let them drink their fill.

“Colonize” is their mad mantra.
We’re wise; patient; one with Earth;
we pollinize with the still anther;
we are the Brahmins of rebirth.

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on
I liked this a lot. I love bees and flowers, so this was just right for me. 'foremothers' - lovely. Bee.
Bee

Submitted by Highhat on
lovely WW

Submitted by well-wisher on
Thank you very much, Pia. Glad you liked it.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
A beautiful read and a poem that is right up my street. Thanks for sharing. Jenny.

 

Submitted by well-wisher on
Thanks, Jenny. Glad you enjoyed it.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by well-wisher on
Thank you, Bee. I love bees and flowers too. And bees signify so many noble things to me, solidarity, cooperation, sacrifice, hardwork and, in the words of Jonathan Swift, 'Instead of dirt and poison' they 'have rather chosen to fill' their 'hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light'.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn