Monday, 1 October 2012


almost every weekend

almost every weekend
like astronauts
they climb
small pause
then ascend slowly
some more

across steep field
where dairy cattle
graze, stand
above unseen
members of tribe Apini
elevated on high

 two spacemen
disappear behind
a stand of trees
sycamore, oak, ash
I can only ponder

'til a waft of smoke
appears drifts
as only that produced
smokers of apiarists
used where bees are kept
honey begins here

23 comments:

Vintage Jane said...

Lovely. And praise be to all beekeepers who nurture our bees - the world needs them. M x

the cuby poet said...

Vintage Jane: So good to see you here - welcome! I am always gladdened when I see hives behind hedges and other secret places. This the life of the village beekeeper with a small garden.

Elaine said...

You had me wondering where this was leading us - quite wonderful!

The Elephant's Child said...

How lovely. I have no idea where the nearest bees are kept. I do know that the honey produced by bees who have fed on our eucalypts is sublime.

Out on the prairie said...

i could taste the fresh honey with this thought

the cuby poet said...

Elaine: Thanks for this lovely comment.

the cuby poet said...

The Elephant's Child: Eucalyptus honey sounds delightful. The best honey I have had is heather from Scotland and Lavender from Toulouse, France.

the cuby poet said...

Out on the prairie: Nothing better than the taste of honey.

Jenny said...

Like the way you build the mystery. Even at the end, I feel like I wouldn't get a really good look at the beekeepers, just see the poofs of their smokers.

the cuby poet said...

Jenny: I have never seen their faces either! Pleased you liked the build up in this poem.

CherryPie said...

You kept me guessing till the end :-)

Al said...

I was curious, very nice poem as I was also wondering where it was going. I don't like getting too near bees, but I appreciate what they do for us.

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie: Thank you I am glad it was
worth the wait! :)

the cuby poet said...

Al: I like you appreciate their labours in both honey and pollinating the flowers of the crops.

EG CameraGirl said...

A surprise ending...at least for me. :))

Mitchell is Moving said...

What magic! I had no idea what you were describing.

the cuby poet said...

E.G.CameraGirl: An acceptable surprise I hope! :)

the cuby poet said...

Mitchell is Moving: I can only presume the wait was worth it by your words 'What Magic'. Thanks a lot. :)

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Interesting piece, I really love the way it ends.

Jim said...

You are a master of words! I enjoyed this escape today. Thanks for dropping by today.
Jim

the cuby poet said...

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm: Honey is always good at the beginning or the end.

the cuby poet said...

Jim: Thanks for your complimentary words today, pleased you enjoyed it. ;)

Viola said...

You are very good! :)