Thread: Honeycombs

we walked to the daycare
where she discards hours like old sneakers into a pile.

she echoed the scarecrows of Springfield
with a noise of shifting hay and yawning wood.

I could mention the trees, but
they didn’t stand for much. inside,
the building was just the same,

but behind a door
was a child loud as a gong
and I supposed the rest were tambourines.
she fled into the noise,
a stained-glass motion picture of movement
with words the way light begets both.

“why do bees have sticky hair?” I said,
the words nipping at her heels.

beside the building, a soft path
unwinds like legs on an ottoman
and the sun is as simple
as lighting in a pharmacy
that makes me and the planes
into snapshots
moving against the sky.

and in the cabin
are all the women who want what’s already gone
and all the men trying to grab it before it goes.

I’ll tell her later, but you should know,
it’s because they use honeycombs.

Loved the imagery in this. Very creative and evocative.

we walked to the daycare
where she discards hours like old sneakers into a pile.

Marvelous.

I liked the quote in the middle. The fact that you let it stand without an answer until later worked well to carry the natural feel of the piece.

Very nice.

I can only echo van here, this is very nice. With a natural flow and a wonderful mood. I loved the little humor at the end, too. Good work.

Originally Posted by Gumby

I can only echo van here, this is very nice. With a natural flow and a wonderful mood. I loved the little humor at the end, too. Good work.

Same here, really good! I loved it

thanks! much appreciated.

This is simply superb. I have to echo Van and Cindy regarding the imagery, your originality is a joy to read and flows beautifully. Introducing the riddle mid-piece and bringing it home with the last lines worked extremely well, with the humor being an added bonus. Excellent work which I much enjoyed.

Best,
Lisa