Beehive Head

My night.

With tired eyes and a beehive head I wait.
The buzzing will subdue, its got too.
It's a fight of might.
Little yet fierce, the stubborness I gave to you.
Who will give in?

While I linger beneath the freshold the Bees buzz.

You moan.

They consume me, I am their flower.
My skin prickles, poker hot.
A suffocating cloak.
Despite being bare, in the dark.

You are safe. You've been fed.
An ineffective mantra In my head.

The Bees Buzz.

Cooing becomes a grumble, a crank and then a scream.
The Bees swarm.
A viscious sandstorm.
Their barbs aimed at me.

I scramble to the bars and scoop you up.

Once you are on my skin.
The Bees stop

Author's Note

My first poem in a long time. Written in 30 mins. A first draft. Any feedback welcome.

Reviews

[Eilis]

As a mother of two, I could so relate to this. All of the advice I received to let my kids cry it out was never something I could follow through with. That physical reaction activated in the body by the baby’s cry—you’ve articulated it so well here.

This is quite a creative poem in its descriptions and also effective at articulating the emotion of the situation. As parents, I don’t think there is ever just one thought or approach guiding us but instead this book of unexplored knowledge we’ve gathered from others and from our own desire to better understand the role. But so much is trial and error and we end up learning just as much about ourselves as about the task of rearing children. Your poem gets to the heart of that for me.

Welcome to Writer’s Cafe. I really enjoyed your poem. Look forward to reading more of your work.

[Optomist In Training]

Thankyou very much for your feedback. I'm thrilled you enjoyed it and most of all could relate. This is the first piece I've had the courage to post. As a new mum, I'm still on the first few chapters of the parenting handbook of advice from others. Everyday I learn somthing new and the same question is not necessarily the same answer. But I'm enjoying every stumble and triumph. Thanks again for reading