The Witch and the 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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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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