we used to bring each other colours,
you had the green of life connected,
twined through you, rooted past
and forward tendrils, touching.
I brought the buzzing of black wings,
yellow striped for danger
stealing your nectar and free to fly
to some other flower.
my sting is drawn, withdrawn
your bark thickened and blossom pale,
air moves but nothing trembles
and the bees are disappearing.
Ohhhh... I love this. You are TRULY a poet. It just comes naturally. This poem reminds me of another poet, Patricia Lockwood, except your language is more rich and lyrical (preferred). Excellent.
ReplyDeleteHugely impactful first line ... and the rest fills it out.
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