Bugloss Poem by Tom Billsborough
Bugloss
Bees spiral up the bugloss staves,
On the blue mauve bells
Practise their alchemy.
Whether by choice or chance,
They spiral upwards, always upwards,
In a rousing anthem.
And, in my drone's hive,
Where thoughts buzz like chancers
At a dance,
A song of pure gold swells to the spiral
Influx of colours and old dreams.
But not mine. I am witness only
And the watcher of spiralling bees,
Here to marvel at a finer female art.
are you sure this is about plants? ! very poetic! ! ! this is one i enjoy more for the sound of it than for the meaning or rhyming (what rhyming?) or humour/humor or education it might give me. and i see some alliterations! i do enjoy those. to MyPoemList. bri :)
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8/7/2025 11:34:00 AM # 1.0.0
at first i thought it might deal with the decimation**** of insect species! but then i read the poem. **** [WHO KNEW? DID YOU? ] Decimation (Latin: decimatio; decem = ten) was a form of military discipline used by senior commanders in the Roman Army to punish units or large groups guilty of capital offences, such as mutiny or desertion. The word decimation is derived from Latin meaning removal of a tenth. i suppose from some root word (deci?) meaning ten. bri :)