Childhood Memories Two: Flight Of Bumble Bees Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Childhood Memories Two: Flight Of Bumble Bees

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down the rabbit hole
of childhood memories
we tumble into lost world

chasing arriving bumble bees
hunting in prairie of Father’s
pumpkin plants stalking prey

bumble bees fly in proudly
wearing Westport rugby jerseys
in unseasonal yearly attire

buzzing in upon summer breezes
industriously gathering pollen nectar
pollinating all pumpkin flowers

flight from flower to flower flit
will ensure a harvest of pumpkin
baked in roasts in Mother’s oven

boiled served with other vegetables
coated with butter tongue delighting
made into warming winter soups

in stealth with nimble child speed
stalk I do these hardy bumble bees
catching them inside pumpkin flower

after they alight happily crawl inside
to gather proudly pumpkin pollen nectar
to bind in yellow balls about their legs

ah the delight to see fruits of harvest
labour colourfully bound display
as winged workers milk powdery

feasts with nimble fingers falls upon
them great white hunter quickly ties
off closed cup flower with pumpkin

tendril vine stands back awaits buzz
protest as offended harvester discovers
trap of tied capture skillfully quickly

wrought and off to new flowers I flit
in race to capture new bumble bees
to proudly view my bound trophies

in flowery isolation cells of my own
childhood invention what wonder
living trophies sing a song of affront

as Houdini insect escape artists chew
cleverly through flower cells in record
crowd of one pleasing escapes admired

such sport and all fair sporting release
is so admirably individually earned
my Father probes mystery strange sealed

flowers appearing historically preceding
later crop circle mysteries puzzled tells
Mother no explainable cause I soon solve


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

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