Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Bride Flower

In the third year without wildflowers,
I circle swept a space
in the graceless dirt
and fell
before the hollow hives of the bees.

My confessions called nothing
and nothing.
And, my penance,
it produced nothing.

A stroke of my hand
broke open the dry, brittle hive
like two halves of a heart,
and I held them high -
invocations falling ripe
from my lips.

But, my pleas were heard
by nothing.
And, my prayers were answered
by nothing.

So, I parted my petal thighs
and returned a piece of the hive
to the honey-

and I became swarm
warm, winged,
and alive . . .

I became the sting and the bride flower . . .

I became a Queen
humming pregnant
with hive

and nothing.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

32 comments:

Brian Miller said...

geez....dark magic today mz...first it will be so sad when the wildflowers are gone...the breaking open the half heart hive...and then returning it to the honey...wow imagery...pregnant with the hive and nothing...ugh...what a close...wicked good write ma'am

authoredangioplasty said...

Beautiful. Really haunting.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Really, really loved this--beautiful write!

Mary said...

Love the metaphoric writing... Sensual and stunning, MZ!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

As with many of your writings you begin in a strange, wondrous place and then let your imagination spin, sending thought and allusion into a magical dervish. Love following your trip into quiet madness. Much love and respect - el Mosk

Susan said...

Wow!
Let's all howl out into the night with this howling poem.

Where to begin with nothing? In the core of the flower, the heart of the hive, in the essence of the narrator? When the environment is barren, God is gone.

ssmatthews451 said...

This is great! Become the bee. Become the hive. Become the Queen Bride Flower! Truly enjoyed this.

Claudia said...

tight! to me this speaks of the things we do if we can't have what we need and want..excellent

Timoteo said...

Every something springs from nothing--so I try not to be too hard on nothing.

ayala said...

Beautiful poem..love pregnant with the hive and nothing..wow

Grace said...

Love that part of becoming the swarm, sting & bride flower ~ Beautiful MZ ~

HisFireFly said...

something sad, yet so very alive here...

Fireblossom said...

This is surreal, and savage, and beautiful and unsettling. I'm stuck, and you come up with this corker? I don't know how you came up with this, but it's femcentric and wild. I adore it.

Sioux said...

Unsettling? That's a perfect description. Are you working on book #2 now?

LaTonya Baldwin said...

provocative and sensual. palpable.


"humming pregnant
with hive"

that doesn't feel like nothing.

Haunting is a good description.

well done, poet.

kaykuala said...

Appears like one who had taken great responsibilities right through and eventually sacrificing for the broods. This is what happens to good mothers! Nicely MZ!

Hank

Todd Alan Kraft said...

I love bees... there are some great images and comparisons going on here... I sometimes find myself shouting into the void and hearing no reply... no echo... nothing.

marousia said...

Glorious!!!!!!!!!!!

grapeling said...

this poem leaves my skin tingling

Gail said...

Is so sad how very close to the truth this piece lays.

I hope we do repopulate the bees.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Haunting and dark.

Marina Sofia said...

Ouch! A study in contrasts - the sting and the flower, the Queen and the hive, the attempt at rebirth and nothingness. I love bees, I had an uncle who was a beekeeper and I want to keep bees when I have a garden big enough for it, so I feel the pain, the sorrow, the urgency in your poem.

happygirl said...

I love bees. I liked this one. It made me think of how much we need bees and how much we need to care for them. Their demise is ours, as well.

Lorraine said...

unbelievably real and disturbing, and just as distrubing that I get it completely

Misky said...

I was totally mesmerised by this piece. Beautifully written.

flaubert said...

mama, this is a tight, dark write. I love your use of alliteration here. A very visual poem.

Pamela

Anna Graham said...

Utterly magnificent and satisfying poetry.

TALON said...

Beautiful!

Siggi in Downeast Maine said...

We written and I enjoyed every word... well, not the wild flowers being gone ... so sad, to think of that happening in truth or fiction.
The metaphor of the Queen Bee... so creative and wonderful a presentation.

Thank you very much.
Peace
Siggi

Carol Steel said...

I am always overwhelmed with your writing; the short pieces are so rich but when you let loose with the longer ones, the images spiral into something more, something sensual and truthful, something aching and wonder-filled.

Outlawyer said...

This is just wonderful, MZ - beautiful (sad) cadence, terrifying - apt, the petal thighs - agh. Really well done. k. (It's Karin/Manicddaily of wordpress. k.)

Kutamun said...

I get the point , high summer where you are , mid winter here, very similar, the still point .... So bittersweet , cheers Emzee