Friday, November 15, 2013

Repost - 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.

Revisiting a favorite for Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads

22 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your imagery in this poem is so startling - the juxtaposition of the honeycomb and all it implies with the repeated word 'nothing' creates the most amazing counterpoint in the mind.

Brilliant poem.

Fireblossom said...

This is one of your trickiest, and most memorable, and most unusual poems, MZ, and a fine choice. Thanks for the chance to enjoy it again, and for being part of FBF!

my heart's love songs said...

this left me breathless, Kelli! exquisite and pain-filled and uniquely Mama Zen. sublime!


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G-Man said...

I just loved the Buzz about this.

hedgewitch said...

Agree with Kerry on the imagery--I don't remember reading this, but it may be because it blasted out my thinking capabilities--the alliteration sprinkled throughout is subtle but extremely effective, and the repetition of 'nothing' that power-hits the reader more intensely each time is masterful. One of your very best--and one that resonates in my own hollow hive.

grapeling said...

goosebumps, Kelli. there's some kind of voodoo in these lines. ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Definitely one of your best, Kelli. I held my breath during "I became swarm, warm, winged, and alive....." Fantastic!

Hannah said...

Wow. This is rich and I agree with Kerry, "startling," it feels fantastical...I'd love to see this illustrated. Beautiful and I'm so glad, (and can see why), you chose this one to share, Mama Zen!

Susie Clevenger said...

I don't remember this one so I am so glad you shared it again. I love "I became the sting and the bride flower."

Susan said...

I have a vague recollection, but now I feel a full marching band worth! The praying, calling, sacrifice create powerful magic transformation ... tears ... we had better not let them go.

Ella said...

I love the layers and the lost hope and wonder of what is sweet!
It is magical to read and ponder~

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This is a great poem to revisit. very full sensual images and an unexpected trajectory.

aspiritofsimplicity said...

great poem to visualize the plight of the bees...and us

blueoran said...

Its interesting to see what poems our poets think their best--most crafted, most imaginative, most true to whatever true north guides our singular boats? I read this and it was perfect Mama Z, the soul hinted at in so many other poems but dead-on, some mix of offhand cool and immense snarl, which is one of the surest calls for the heart. Applause. - Brendan

Lorraine said...

the feelings get me everytime, you make me feel wether good or bad at least it makes me feel, awesome you

Marian said...

ahhh, yes, yes!

Helen said...

... simply unbelievable ~~ and quite believable! Stunning.

Kathryn said...

Wow, incredible.

Sam Edge said...

This takes me from despair to total empowerment. Well done. MZ

Herotomost said...

For you to be able to pick one of your faves must of been hell, because I don't remember reading any of yours that I didn't thinks were absolutely flabby. But this one is a prize, and the feeling evokes is frustration and first and pure strength by the end....great stuff MZ.

Brian Miller said...

see i love it when you dont know what might come next....superb poem...

Grandmother (Mary) said...

This has such startling images that shake my brain awake.