Elegy For A Peevish Bee

Elegy For A Peevish Bee by Jonathan Humble Temper rising, she becomes a blur of business, works at glass and frame, vents a blast of angry wings in search of phantom gaps or phased matter. Close outside, snapdragons sway encouragingly, zinnias gesture from plastic boxes beyond the window, rays of light refract, reflect and raise…

Buzzer #WorldBeeDay

In honour of World Bee Day, I’ve dug out a bee poem (set in the late autumn, I know, but here it is nevertheless) … Buzzzzzzzzzz … Surrounded by a year gone cold, And leaves fresh from their tumble, While huddled in my garden chair, I heard a bombus rumble. Then into view I spied the source, En…