Tuesday 16 April 2019

Hive an idea that ...

Hive an idea that ...

My mind is a hive of words.
Sometimes they wiggle their signal bellies 
to indicate where the pollen of a poem lies,
and off they flies to collect the nectar
from the read thesaurus blossoms, to 
feed it to their runny honeycombs,
where the grubby words are sleeping;
and golden of the royal jelly, set from
the sun in their eyes, all faceted by
the lines of the stained glass windows
of my other mind, they fly away and
drone on and on over the meadows
of my dreamzzz.
But I don’t mind at all.

1 comment:

  1. Today's swim was in the waters of the Hippocrene.

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