The Witch and the Wasps
August 27, 2013 at 7:51 pm (literature, philosophy, sociology, Stories) (anxiety, August, magic, salve, spells, wasps)
Yesterday, I made notched cotton reel
and candle tanks and tied on each
a little waxy sack.
In awe of their extreme anger
I knew from the first, I’d use the wasps,
that’s why I hid them in a drawer
with pens, spells and assorted rubber bands.
Tonight I let them out.
On charge, without goodbyes, the yellowjackets boarded, driving past my face,
towards
the last August light.
Flies and bears would
never do. Badgers are all used up…
Yes, it is high time for those
wood chewing, stripy jacks with
their dripping oviposters
to fly,
taking away our anxiety, etched yellow, in their little waxy sacks.
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hollyannegetspoetic said,
August 27, 2013 at 9:39 pm
Ooh! I *like* this a lot! (But not waspies…)
Julia Dean-Richards said,
August 28, 2013 at 5:20 pm
Heh heh, thanks Hollyanne. I’ve tried and tried…but I just can’t like ’em. But now I’ve written them a poem, maybe they’ll be nicer to me?
j matthew waters said,
August 28, 2013 at 2:06 am
i love this had to read it thrice 😀
Julia Dean-Richards said,
August 28, 2013 at 5:21 pm
Ah – thrice reading it is all part of the spell 🙂
nobodysreadingme said,
August 28, 2013 at 9:51 am
Notched cotton reel and candle tanks…. That took me back about 55 years….
Julia Dean-Richards said,
August 28, 2013 at 5:23 pm
Slow but relentless, they be.
nobodysreadingme said,
August 28, 2013 at 6:34 pm
Indeed they be. Ever had them climb a pile of matches? It’s great fun. They just keep crawling till all the matches are out of the way.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
August 28, 2013 at 8:07 pm
It’s a must do project.
nobodysreadingme said,
August 29, 2013 at 8:22 am
Strangely, I believe you.