Ice Insecta: Bee In Amber Poem by Sarika Singh

Woke up in a thunder
Eyes crumpled in pain
Gray-blue the stain
Ice rain again

The chimney smoked
Waiting for Peter
Or Père Noël
Or Eton-educated
Male Tinkerbelle


Screamed to Dream
When the ice bit her

Girl in white flannel
Feathers flying round
A copy of Peter Pan
On the dresser
Near the table lamp

Screamed to Dream
When with its proboscis
It drained her heart
Like an incubus
Pollinating

The long crunch
Of ice exoskeleton
Frozen breath on glass
Will the eggs be
Well-preserved by impregnation
With the resin in Amber

Fossilized
Or Succinosis

Eyes all dizzy
When it comes
You cannot stop it

Stared at compound eyes
No, honey, I can’t go
I am no beekeeper
No Hymenoptera

Don’t cry
Or try to weave the concept
Into poetry
That is something
Only rich girls do