The barren queen hoards honey
in the hive ‘til drones drown,
laid-by nectar neglected,
turning rancid remembering
floral mansions— petals
pistils, and stamen invaded
by the incessant buzz
of busybodies collecting
pollen pointlessly,
and the barren queen
flaps her frigid wings
for attention,
freezing
the whole
damn world.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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