SYLVIA'S VISION OF DEFEATING BEES - Shortlisted for Wolverhampton Literature Festival Poetry Competition 2020 & included in Festival Poetry Anthology-

by Sharon Ashton


SYLVIA'S VISION OF DEFEATING BEES                                                         - Shortlisted for Wolverhampton Literature Festival Poetry Competition 2020 & included in Festival Poetry Anthology-


SYLVIA’S VISION OF DEFEATING BEES 


The first, curvy and fur-wrapped,

was only to be expected;

drawn to the honey secreted

in the swarthy bark of him.

The second too, could be dealt with;

a weightless humming on a summer’s day,

a disturbance of air, now here, now there,

wafted away with the flick of a wifely hand.

But when there were three, four, more,

the flicking became a Maenad dance

to make her limbs ache, until

wracked across their unmade bed

she said: ‘I will swallow them;

tilt my head to each shifting drone,

sally forth, snap and crush whole

every arching, stinging abdomen.’

 

Sylvia opened her mouth and in they flew,

their yellow hair and gossamer making her gag,

but blackened in her acid, they only swooned

before swimming the blood to her head,

where they hovered, hissed and waited

for others, overlapping in dark recesses

like the errant nuclei of malignant cells,

their busy busy busy bodies sucking,

sharing saliva and vomiting in sweet frenzy,

until she cried out: ‘I am not my children

afraid of the dark, I am a carrier of light;

light to space each fine golden hair,

light to pass through wings veined like hearts.

I will confuse them, quieten them with smoke,

drive them out through every orifice.’

 

But there was not smoke enough to reach them,

and Sylvia had to find another way.