Bee Poem by david e golledge

Monoliths repose and I suppose
i'll do the same eventually.
Travelling home from A to B
what will i become, what shall i see?

My path unhindered, fulfilled my life
or a meaningless voyage,
chaos and strife?
And while onboard

i'm micro-size, an insect resting
in the hive before the fight
to fill and mate, the queen
stands at the garden gate.

A larvae destined to be free
one day

a flutter

by


will be.


She welcomes me home
pinned straight to breast.
A brooch of me
to adorn her chest.