A Sensory Poem about my Bees
In order to offer you an example of the process of writing a sensory poem, I thought I had better write one myself. As I am a new beekeeper (I've had a hive for two months now) I decided that my bees would make an ideal subject. There is a lot of action, sound and smell around the hive.
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Every sunny and warm afternoon around 2:00 the baby bees in my hive (about 3 weeks old) come out to practice flying and to orient themselves to the hive location and the environment. This training is preparation for their careers as forages once they are older.
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Baby Bee Flight Training School
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By Tavis du Preez
Big bees, worker bees, busy bees buzzing! Coming, going – packing pom-poms of yellow pollen. Big bellies of nectar – so heavily laden, Arrive to the hive with a bump, and crawl in. Baby bees, nurse bees, busy bees buzzing! Stay home in the hive just humming and crawling. Build waxen comb and flowery nectar, Hungry larvae in cells need honey to fall in. But every afternoon that’s warm and that’s sunny, About 2 O'clock, there’s a sight that is funny! As if called to recess by a school bell ringing, Thousand of bees take to the air so buzzingly flying! Not for foraging, nor gathering – and certainly not working, Just baby bees happily twirling and playing! It’s Baby Bee Flight Training School – zoomingly learning! All flying in circles, aimlessly twirling. Baby bees filling the air, rising and whirling, Like a column of kites, updraft birling. Tiny black dots zigging and zagging, Shooting black stars against the bright blue sky. And as quick as it started, it suddenly ended. Baby bees bustle back to duties in the comb. Big bees, worker bees, are busy again, Coming, going, packing pom-poms of yellow pollen! |