near the greenhouse
the hive was being smoked
soothing the bees
gorging themselves on honey
the garden pale as a powdered queen
in waning light
eve’s darkness growing
like ivy across the fence
the teeth of humidity bearing down
on us like childbirth
turning, i remember saying,
i don’t wear blue much, but—
noticing your sea-filled eyes
decided i could
just this once
© 2025 jennifer wagner
"just this once ... " careful, now! :)
ReplyDeleteI love the feeling of colour running through your beautiful poem - tender and sweet - jae
ReplyDeleteI love the garden pale as a powdered queen. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteThis is Sherry, Jennifer. Not sure why I am anonymous.
DeleteAs the man sang, you must realize when a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes. Or so I read. It depends upon how one reads "sea-filled eyes" no doubt. Tears...or Paul Newman!
ReplyDeleteOooh, nicely done. Great ending, and I love "the garden pale as a powdered queen"
ReplyDeleteI love all the sights, sounds and smells that surround me here! Beautifully described. Especially those bees gorging away! 🙂
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