Gathering

Another poetry prompt poem, this one from last month at Tweetspeak Poetry.

Gathering

A single plant,

a native, no less,

officially Monarda

 

but usually called

bee balm, for a reason.

It gathers bees.

 

A single plant that

doesn’t stay put;

it seeds and multiplies

 

and spreads treasure,

a sea of purple crowns

turning the garden

 

into a explosion of

buzzing, hovering,

flapping, pollen-

 

covered bees,

a convention

of pollinators,

 

honey bees, bumble

bees, little bees,

and tinier bees

 

who consider 

the garden 

a personal vase.

Some Thursday Readings

 

“I Saw a Peacock,” poem by Anonymous – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.

 

The Narnia Secret – Dwight Longenecker at The Imaginative Conservative.

 

In the Thickest of the Fray: Mississippians at Gettysburg in Their Own Words by Joseph Owen & Douglas Ashton – review by Scott Bumpus at Emerging Civil War.

 

“Austerity,” poem by Janet Loxley Lewis – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.