jarred honey caught her musing
its nectar gold reflecting sun
there on the kitchen table…
routine of the house,
placed for breakfast,
one with bee murmur
somewhere in the walls
somewhere with disconnect
to sting …that sweetness
to flash her thought
to twelve-year girlness
on a pond path to the hives
she’d spied turtles mating
bright yellow spotted black
there at the shore edge…so
she watched their coupling
on beaking sedge into her maw
oblivious to male’s mounting
struggle to grasp her for his need
moaning rhythmic breath bleed
air… for the intersect
still…in a morning mood
she fingers honey sweetness
to her tongue…tasting music…
blending turtle moaning memory
with bee hum in the walls
Artwork by David M. Carroll
15 thoughts on “moaning of the turtle”
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Read and contemplait. >KB
Love it Bonnie… Especially the “bee murmur in the walls.” Once, sitting at my desk, honey dripped from the ceiling…drip drip drip
(I think you forgot the “like” button!)
A grateful thank you!. The girl is a persona I sometimes enter for a poem. It’s fun.
Amazing writing, thank you for following and I am stunned by the depths of your words:)
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Works brilliantly. It’s got atmosphere, depth.Love it.
Oh, that’s grand for you to say, and meaningful for me. Smile.
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Just great poetry. It is nice to meet you.
Quite glad you think so, Jose.
your poem unfolds a memory for the reader. it’s interesting how it has a the structure of a frame. it begins in the present, takes us to a memory, and then returns to the present and again the sweetness of honey. what a lovely mood you’ve conjured..
Important for me to know, Michael, that the dear reader knows where I am heading in a poem. Grateful thanks.
I’m enchanted by this one, Bonnie. Charming and funny, each of the turtles desperate to fulfill their own needs. And what does it say of us humans?
It’s one of my favorites. Glad you like it!