Poem Bee
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The reason I am posting it again is that I was not happy with Lines 6&7, so have altered them slightly. Any thoughts welcome - even on other lines.
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Poem Bee ( recent tweaking)
She swoops into a clover field
imbibing nectar from the yield
to bring the buzz back to my muse.
In labyrinths, her job’s concealed,
while jamming cells, so I can wield
my wings. I’ll savour scones that ooze
with honey, mead to make this toast -
to hiving my redundant ghost.Poem Bee (original)
She swoops into a clover field
imbibing nectar from the yield
to bring the buzz back to my muse.
In labyrinths, her job’s concealed,
while jamming cells, so I can wield
my wings. I’ll let her honey ooze
on scones, her mead to make this toast
‘to hiving my redundant ghost’.