Stacie McCall Whitaker - Stone Coast, Maine

Elegy of the Honey Makers

The bees have their own abstract language independent of time & place for something is burning.

It was not mistakes they enunciated but rather mist aches, stumbling back toward their melting pot.

This much we know: the heart’s thin, & superficial-dark liquid flows through it, a lake on fire.

I wanted to wake you.

To show you the fog disintegrating off the lawn as if the world below were smoldering.

Violins for wings.

The hive gone gothic above the grass & iceberg lettuce, the purpling tomatoes & fawn

panting slower & slower.

How the clover crowned

its damp head

as black & gold,

black & gold

struck the i

in shine.

About the Author

Flower Conroy is the author of Facts About Snakes & Hearts (winner of Heavy Feather Press’s Chapbook Contest), The Awful Suicidal Swans, and Escape to Nowhere.  Her poetry has appeared/is forthcoming in American Literary Review, Prairie Schooner, Gargoyle, and others. She is the current Poet Laureate of Key West.