2010
03.03
03.03
Like the honeybee
furious in its task
I would rip the abdomen
devour the essence of life, my own
run through
that which stands in my way
Of timeless flight
and flutterings
mid-air lovemaking
of heartbeats measured in wingspan
and anguished thrustings
I now
the honeycomb
sweetened in your haste
bathe in the efforts of your force
and fall from the sky
Bee again
Yellow then black, yellow then black
as sweet as nectar
as ripe as spring
This is the second poem that I have read by Dawn A. Green on this site. Her two poems are very different but each shows a distinctive voice. This young lady (I assume “young”) can write. Nothing quite like reading an original voice early on a sunny morning.