Tuesday 23 September 2014

A SPOONFUL OF SUGAR

With bees

it's all about heat.

Hard to find ourselves

in a damp autumn dawn

now that the circus

has moved on

the worst- 

off cramponned

to a vertiginous

leaf, wings 
squeezed
to a silver panel

to sop up
what thin warmth

they can 

running

–

on empty.

We can barely buzz

but do

what we can
–
without your teaspoon

of sugar-water –

slowly rocking

our grounded weight

(so mite-laden

we look like strawberries)

from limb to limb,

grieving, really,

the slippage

of the sun. 


Which is in

itself to recollect 

our business which is

to be us to agitate

each stiff joint,

gather a quorum and 

shiver together hum

fiercer and groom 

our leavening pelts

as the late rays stoke us,

no surplus

perhaps but enough

to get up and among

the dog-roses


again

1 comment:

Beyond Interiors said...

I thought it a pity to leave this piece without at least a word; lovely. Readership can be such elusive slippage, especially poet to poet. Hello Jen.