20th April, by Sean Borodale

30 March 2014

Frost, and frost yesterday
and last night.

Strong little moon picked at your bones.

The pear on the brink
of unpacking its blossom.

One-bee marquees,
nectar festivities, tents.

One-day-only stalls of druggy sugars,
the beers of flowers.

Everything is dragged awake;
puts on its music clothes.


One of the highlights of Bee Journal. ‘One-bee marquees’, ‘druggy sugars’ – the last three couplets are just brilliant. The country show-feeling, meanwhile, also makes me think of this very different M E Gray Green poem.

[Read in Bee Journal, published by Cape Poetry.]


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