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Eloise

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Bee
« on: January 09, 2020, 05:13:28 AM »
You twitch and zip between a hay fever haze of pollen and deep fuchsia. The gentle hum of your invisible wings blends with the dance of grass and tree, catching in the ears of those who pass too closely. As their pupils widen in fear you jump back to your post, the worker bee. Living with death on your tail, so free, content in your search for yellow fairy dust - the unexpected birth of a golden syrup we call honey. As you ricochet onto the next garden bed the grass seems greener and the breeze makes the flowers dance, almost like a wave, like an adult in a grocery line waving to a stranger's child trying to draw a smile but finding a shy chortle instead. The feast of colour and dance brings waves of perfume, dusky earth and roses, or magnolia?

Microbass

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Re: Bee
« Reply #1 on: January 10, 2020, 04:17:22 AM »
This is a cool bit of writing— I love that you captured the sense of movement and energy in the bees’ activity.

Eloise

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Re: Bee
« Reply #2 on: January 15, 2020, 08:08:51 AM »
Thanks Microbass. I had fun challenging myself to try and nail how they move

 

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