November 25, 2017

Poetry: “Thieves”

Honeydew fragrance wafts
Along unhurried slopes of breeze;
Suntanned squeezes sing melodies
Of citrus redundancy.

Pluralism of realms:
Devices divided,
Unconquered in the stocks.
Torturous worry-nots
Greet the ambergris sheen
Of treachery,
As bees steal honey
For their queen —
Suckling treats
From the teat —
Nectar of gods and men.

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“Thieves”
© Jane Bled 2016-2017
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Bees © Jane Bled