Creation A single Bee, Solitary, Weaving Between Lavender, Thyme, Marigolds lit like flames, Alliums already burst and seeded, Roses with their gentle blooms, Pollinating what has been left undone, Harbouring the mysteries of her kind Back and forth To her hive, a temple To creation, Held by delicate chambers Of amber cells, Was Jupiter right to gift our precious bee her sting? When spring arrives To warm the untilled earth Bringing life and growth to every bough We wonder - Will we see our Bees again? We wait Their vibrant Hum of flight, The fragile wavering note Of life By Emma McKenzie
I wrote this little poem as part of my completing my Masters in creative writing at York St John University. It’s getting to that time of year when all the flowers are in heady blooms and full of bees. I love the colours and vibrancy of summer. I thought you all might enjoy it too.
The poem was created as part of a Pollination Project run by the University. Not only did we learn about Pollinating insects, but we also cross-pollinated writing with other art forms. We were lucky enough to visit the Hive in Kew Gardens London as part of the project, which is a sculpture by Wolfgang Buttress and amazing to see.
This week’s creative writing class will follow the theme of New Discoveries, check in on Wednesday for some fun creative writing tasks and hopefully you will learn some new things about the natural world at the same time too.
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