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Poetic Licence: "Bees" by Rachel Rose

Welcome to Poetic Licence – a new weekly poetry forum, hosted by us, featuring words by local poets. First up? Vancouver Poet Laureate Rachel Rose, with “Bees”.
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Welcome to Poetic Licence – a new weekly poetry forum, hosted by us, featuring words by local poets. First up? Vancouver Poet Laureate Rachel Rose, with “Bees”.
 

Bees

The farmer asked me to host a hive
    and I said yes thinking honey,
        without the sting, thinking 

do your small
    part and let the bees do theirs.
        The hive was a box of many rooms
           
hot with life.
    It throbbed under its tin roof.
        All summer their flight path
       
hung its line of light across the deck.
        Those gold cells swam to the door
                of the hive, dusted with lust from blossom.
    
If a wasp dared come, they were ready
    to kamikaze down, force the intruder out
        in a buzz-tussle to the death. I crouched.
    
I watched the stinger torn from the bee’s body
    trailing cream. Even in death, bees are never lonely.
        The hive is myriad.

The hive is more than the bees.
    Sometimes I stood close to vibrate with them,
        drone of sun, pleasure of reaching beyond the limited

human. O stamen, pistil, I let them tangle in my hair
    I hung up their flight path. Then came the virus,
         and then the wasps. There was no keeping them out.

I crushed a few invaders, before I stopped,
    stupid human, helpless as any God
        before the laws of relativity.

The farmer and I could barely look at each other
    and the leaves fell and brought winter.
        But can we try again? I begged, like a woman

who wakes to a bed of blood, can we try again?
    The serious farmer said, Of course. The struggle
        is all that keeps me here, in this plague time

where bees drop, the hive is cold, a few hornets
    drift, a virus drifts, pesticides drift over lawns
        lush as death, fields of strawberries so poisoned

and perfect one bite brings the sleep
    of a hundred years. Can we try again?
 


Rachel Rose is the Poet Laureate of Vancouver. The winner of two Pushcart Prizes, she is the author of four books of poetry. Her most recent poetry collection, Marry & Burn (Harbour), was a finalist for the Governor General’s Award. Her non-fiction book, The Dog Lover Unit: Lessons in Courage from the World’s K9 Cops, is forthcoming from St. Martin’s Press. In 2017, Anvil will publish the Poet Laureate Legacy Project anthology, Sustenance: Writers from BC and Beyond on the Subject of Food, which is accepting submissions on the subject of food until April 15. For more info, email [email protected].

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