141: Bee’s Nest

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Sweetness dripping from heavy honey-laden combs. Heavenly hexagons filled with a million dance steps and a billion flights of winged fancy. Paniers loaded with petal-pried plenty, transformed by ancient magicks and the weaving of workers; mage and drone, queen and community. Cellular constructs rivalling model molecules, waxing fully lyrical and loaded, connected and sealed by logic and love. Lion’s belly splayed and empty, yet full of buzzing life. A nutshell riddle cracked wide for germination and the birthing of bees.

 

©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015

 

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