Bee
There is a bee
Caught in my chimney
I can hear it buzzing
Within the walls
I’m not sure why it chose
This particular path to fly
It certainly isn’t the heat
For the hearth is dead
And cold
It should be wary of the smoke
For the drowsy dizzy days
And blackened nights
Yet it beats its wings
Against the glass doors
Looking for an escape
Seeing the light beyond
But there is no hope
It will not ascend
There are no more skies
Just a dead end flight
Words: ©2017LCR
Image: CCO, Public Domain, No Attribution Required
Submitted to: Poets United: Poetry Pantry #482
Submitted to: Poets United: Poetry Pantry #482
This makes me so sad.. the trapped bee is such a strong image, not just for the bee but for everyone who have ended up in such darkness waiting to die...
ReplyDeleteThank you. There was some real confusion, the bee seeing the light but being unable to get to it, repeatedly banging into the glass. (I did manage to catch it and let it go outside.) It's so easy to get into a predicament for which there seems to be no escape.
DeletePoor bee, the end of its flying days if no one rescues it. I smiled at your poem being about a bee, given the video at the Pantry. LOL. I like "the drowsy dizzy days and blackened nights" very much. One almost hears the buzz.
ReplyDeleteI saw the video and it immediately brought to mind this poem. So it was naturally the one I had to share. I did rescue the poor bee. I have no idea where it was heading but it so desperately wanted to get out I had to help it along. It's amazing how loud a buzz is inside a fireplace. Lol!
DeleteOh yes, this makes me very sad too. Not to have hope of escape. A dead end flight is a sad thing! A powerful write. Strong writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much. And to be teased by the light and yet not be able to get to it.
DeleteOh, this is sad but glad you saved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I hope it found its way safely back to the hive!
DeleteThis is so poignant!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much.
DeleteThat poor bee. It's hard not empathize with it's plight, and remember occasions when we might have felt the same way. I'm glad you helped it along.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Thankfully it was just a matter of opening a couple of doors and ushering it out!
Delete...there are no more skies. A wonderfully written, tragic poem.
ReplyDeleteThat is the feeling that I wanted to capture. Thank you.
DeleteLife is all about learning, let's hope the bee on returning to the hive passed on the information of the danger of descnding into chimneys!
ReplyDeleteInterestingly enough I haven't had one since!
DeleteI am glad you rescued the poor bee.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Me too.
DeleteSeems to be a bit of irony in this , a metaphor to wanting something ( the Bees Freedom in this case ) that although visible there is the invisible barrier that keeps one from gaining the unattainable .Reminds me of people yelling at someone through a thick platted glass and all that can be seen is the person , words are kept behind the barrier ...........well done !
ReplyDeleteThat is a brilliant analogy. I love your read of this. Thank you.
DeleteI wasn't going to comment as it seemed the bee was the thing to everyone but I read it as a metaphor , the bee could be anyone , The hard part to read would have been If you had included releasing it into freedom , then the analogy would kinda fall apart
DeleteWhich is exactly why I didn't. The piece needed to end with uncertainty. With the bee still trapped behind glass. I really like how you read into this. It can be read literally or metaphorically and I like both interpretations.
DeleteOh dear! I was inescapably (!) reminded of the fact that bees in general are threatened with extinction.
ReplyDeleteYes. It would be awful if that were to happen.
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