Bee Charmers
Paul Wiegel They know the sharp stick of honey on fingers and are not afraid of the sweet sting. It’s worth the sacrifice for that slow flowing sun-- its gritty, candied drops of earth. To see it in the comb and draw it out is to taste the sweetness of the past in that timeless sisterhood of bee charmers. All those heady beads of honey cling to the lip of the pot, fall reluctantly from the dipper with the regret of parting lovers. Breathe deep and smell each spring sprig of clover. Listen—you’ll hear each airborne zip and dive between hive and flower. Each pearl of it on the tongue is a taste of what we all have measured as sweetness since our first sting. |
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About the Author: Paul Wiegel is a Wisconsin native and writes from his home near the Fox River. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The English Journal, Whale Road Review, and Hermeneutic Chaos Journal. He is a past winner of the John Gahagan Poetry Prize. He believes you should read a lot more poems than you write.