Silencing of the bees
The silence of the bee’s poison honey —
A golden sting hidden in amber depths,
Where sweetness drips with a quiet ache,
And the tongue learns sorrow by degrees.
The hive hums no more —
Only the hush of empty combs,
Their hollow chambers still glistening
With a venom that once fed the queen.
A kiss of gold can be a wound,
And every bloom it touched
Now sags beneath the weight
Of silent wings and bitter nectar.
No buzz, no dance —
Just the quiet burn of poisoned honey,
Lingering long after the sting is gone.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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This is something to think about for bees are a necessary part of nature and even humanity. Good job.
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