The Bee and the FlowerA Poem by Emma GarsideIf you were a bumblebee, I would be a flower. You would be the bee, you would be able to fly freely from flower to flower, sucking out the sweet nectar. Have full say over which flower you visited, for how long, for how often, and how much you could take from them. I would be a flower, sitting still, but looking- so beautiful yet frail. Unable to move due to the roots that plummet into the ground so deeply- only a monster would rip them out. A flower, unable to scream my undying need of you, and even if I could scream it wouldn't mean much because it’s the bumblebee who picks the flower, not the flower who chooses the bee.© 2014 Emma Garside |
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