Tag: Bees

• 31.03.22 Stream of Consciousness

  

  Hum It’s Bees.Like when I walkedpast the laurels.Bees.A roiling key of F. Call it humming.Buzzing.Whatever. It buildscrescendo fright. So would you,if you’d steppedin a nest of mud waspswhen you’re 8. Electric toothbrushesall sound likepissed-off mud wasps. Sketch by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, The Beekeepers and the Birdnester 1568 on WikiArt. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter

  Misky

  Apr 1, 2022

  #SOCS, Poetry

  #soc, Bees

• 4 July 2019

  STRIDE Heat has soaked the house, the sun is bare and brash, and there’s a bumblebee, hardly alive, hauling its bulk on pin-thin legs that are too frail for support. This is the third bee I’ve seen today. The third to die before my eyes. It stopped my stride and held my heart.     […]

  Misky

  Jul 4, 2019

  Miz Q, Poetic Bloomings, Poetry

  Bees

• Poetic Bloomings: 10 July

  Moonlight Stung We sit in awe. We watch that coiled moon of gold. A mirage that migrates the tops of trees. It pleases those lavish of summer, those bees that sting a summer moon.     Written for Poetic Bloomings: “Summer Moon“

  Misky

  Jul 10, 2016

  Poetic Bloomings

  Bees, Harvest Moon, Moonlight