The next Stirred of 2014 is on Monday 27th January. At the Three Minute Theatre. Doors from 7.30pm. Donations welcome.
If you care to write a fresh poem using bees as a metaphor or what have you that’d be ace, but there is no obligation to write to the theme it is just there for the funs. Also because we like bees and they are dying. Here are some bee filled poem extracts for you:
Carol Ann Duffy
from The Bees.
…’The hive is love,
what we serve, preserve, avowed in Latin murmurs
as we come and go, skydive, freighted
with light, to where we thrive, us, in time’s hum,
on history’s breath,
Thank you Carol Ann, here is another poem extract:
from Ariel, The Restored Edition.
‘Bare-handed, I hand the combs.
The man in white smiles, bare-handed.
Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet.
The throats of our wrists brave lilies.
He and I
Have a thousand clean cells between us,
Eight combs of yellow cups,
And the hive itself a teacup.
White with pink flowers on it.
With excessive love I enameled it…’
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