Xanthous
Bees in the valley of plenty
The blossoms reign, cascade of scarlet
Upon the valley. Delicate silken petals
Will boast ethereal glow when starlit
And strike a pose as morning sunshine settles.
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Their golden treasure lies beneath the anther.
The early spring pollen sings a sweet serenade
And buzz, a whisper through the breeze will answer.
From over hills, across the valley bees parade.
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The queen, precious enigma, rules the hive,
Awaits the swarm collecting golden dues.
By afternoon, with full bounty they thrive,
The bees return and craft their gooey stews.
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They fill their home with velvet xanthous honey
From deepest of valleys, scarlet and sunny.
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Eloise Robertson
I pull my ideas randomly out of thin air and they materialise on a page. Some may call me a magician.
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Comments (5)
I loved this, Eloise. It has a wholesomeness to it that I really enjoyed. Made me feel warm.
So lovely, the bees are swarming. The enigmatic queen B is a marvel of nature, one woman commanding worship/ why are we not like that again. I should ask the bees their secret. lovely poetry.
I ,ove the title and description
This is quite a description in my eyes.
magnificent!! no wonder why does some call you magician!!!