Glory in a bee

The bumblebee bounces in glory
upon my arm,
the unflinching stinger bold
in its daring attack,
bound in sacrifice
for its hive.

For what would I show such courage,
bounding into battle
without thought,
solider of hive mind
determination
for my tribe?

How might I fly to face danger
upon myself,
the urge to strike
against threats
determined
for my end?

What glory comes to the bee,
warrior with weight
of a planet on its wings,
no match
for the force
of my right hand?


(c) 2019 by Phillip Knight Scott

Written for the Poets United Midweek Motif – “glory”

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

31 thoughts on “Glory in a bee

  1. I used to be afraid of bees. Now I honor them. I love how your poem speaks of their bravery. I hope their natural courage is enough to not only save their queen, but save us.

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  2. I don’t think they have a choice as it is queen, worrkers and drones and tney all obey the rules of the hive or get the push. Mind you the successful drone to mate with the queen doesn’t have much of a future!

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