Drink & Song
The bees are steeping in midsummer’s
hum, hives with honeycombs like ocean
sponges shimmering with boxy drones.
Daisies convene in capricious clusters,
& cherries dangle, hard baubles with a sheen
of sun coating their ladybug roundness.
At twilight, I sit on the wall, stones still
warm from their love affair with sun,
& listen for night’s pealing.
I am rewarded with the notes the moon
drops, a white clattering on road, a pattering
on grass, a blazing aria that kisses my ears.
With screech owl’s tremolo & whinny,
this burning solo becomes a moth-tickled,
bat-crowned fugue until morning’s
apiary purrs resume, later to be infused
in humidity’s brew.
~inspired by the art of Janie Olsen
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This is the first time I’ve clicked on to read your work. I did it because of the art. What a gorgeous poem! Very well done. I’ll check more often now and go back and read some more examples.
Thank you, Linda!
Lush, as always, Taunja! I loved the textures in the first two stanzas – sponges and hard baubles, and then the musical vocabulary from there on in. Sound and texture are two things I’d associate with bees – so it works!
Thanks, Nancy!
So many great images and sounds compressed here–but that second stanza has to be my favorite
Thank you so much, Shaun!
What a lush symphony of sight and sound.
Intgrigued by the idea/image of ” the notes the moon / drops”
The first stanza is breathtaking, as well as the ending:
“a moth-tickled,
bat-crowned fugue until morning’s
apiary purrs resume, later to be infused
in humidity’s brew.”
Thanks, Karen!