Oh, For a Bee’s Experience of Clovers, and of Noon!

Photo of a bee in the clover on a sunny afternoonThe bee boards the crowded bus. Pulls out her worn copy of Emily Dickinson, plunges into its nectar.

She prefers her version of her favorite poem. In tiny careful writing, she changed all the he’s to she’s.

Her Feet are shod with Gauze –
Her Helmet, is of gold…

Closing her eyes, she inhales it like incense. For a moment, she forgets the huge steel and glass hive waiting to receive her. The 10-hour shift of thorax-wracking toil, making honey-colored clothing for the rich. The bleary journey home. The sting of arriving too late to put her striped-pajama-wearing brood to bed.


Faye Brinsmead’s flash fiction appears in X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, Spelk, MoonPark Review, and others. She lives in Australia and tweets @ContesdeFaye.

Photo Credit: Hamish Irvine

2 Responses to “Oh, For a Bee’s Experience of Clovers, and of Noon!”

  1. detour says:

    inhales it like incense – wonderful line

  2. Ervin Bravo says:

    I love how the Bee escapes her situation and into a different world in her mind.

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