Charl JF Cilliers

Gold Star - 5,763 Points (25 January 1941 / Cape Town, South Africa)

The Bees - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

They moved in on one
youthful springtime afternoon
and settled in the shape
of a honeycomb balloon.

And we could hear them there
through the glass panorama of sliding doors
sewing together with humming thread
the spring sun’s oozing rich gold store.

We watched but never approached
desired but never touched
throughout spring as the rich store grew
guarded by what we never knew.

Topic(s) of this poem: coming of age

Form: Verse


Comments about The Bees by Charl JF Cilliers

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/11/2015 8:44:00 AM)


    nice poem, your ending is superb, well written poem, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Charl Cilliers Charl Cilliers (11/11/2015 11:40:00 AM)

    Thank you, Shakil!
    Charl

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015



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