Maybe I am a tribe
of bees,
solitary, but talking nonetheless.
Is it an antitrust violation
to discuss
the price of pollination,
the going rate, flower to flower,
of transferring the dust
that starts the world
again?
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Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to think about what poetic voices we draw from. I thought about how I’ve written before in the persona of a solitary bee (probably more than once).
This is quite marvellous. Very original.
I love bees. A friend keeps Italian bees. I need to ask her these questions and see what the bees told her.
I wonder too… but in the end you pollinate and we steal your honey… life’s not fair.
We deserve to be stung.
Not the solitary bees! They only make enough honey for themselves. I like them. 🙂
The simplest things, the pollen and the bees do keep the ecosystem on course.
I, too, love bees. I welcome them to my garden. “The price of pollination” I cannot answer that but you have posed the question beautifully,,
“the dust / that starts the world / again” – true of pollen and poetry. This is a lovely conceit, and I too am very fond of bees and think we should be taking very good care of them. (As we should of our poets.)
We so need busy bees! Such an essential work. And maybe all poets are bees, at work on pollinating new worlds.
No price too high! Thanks – a clever and interesting poem. K.
Thanks, K!
Brilliant metaphor and most pertinent question.
Thanks. Kerry!
Thank you, Kerry!
If there is a law to rob the bee, then they’ll find it. Love this!