Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged agates, bees, honey, Love, Mayberrie', passion, Poetry on June 23, 2012|
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(a Mayberrie poem)
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At noon she heard
the swarm of bees
and knew they’d lead her
to the woman in the woods
who kept their hive.
Maybe she could trade
her pouch of agates
for a little jar of honey.
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Starting down the common trail
she heard the heavy clops
of many horses.
King’s men! She stepped aside,
prepared to curtsey,
then she saw his face
and so much tender in his eyes
she swooned, her heart a-thunder.
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Waking in a sunlit patch
of summer grass
she sat up, drowsily.
Where were the bees?
What daylight faint was this?
Her agates too were gone.
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And then she remembered –
the horses, and his countenance!
She felt a shine
on her left hand
and there around her finger
was a smoldering ring
with royal seal,
and nestled at her side
was a little jar of honey.
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© 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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