Tag poem.

I got asked to do a tag poem a little while ago by Kim over at Good at Getting Better
on the words “bees, orange, laughter, tree, and blanket”.
( The official post is here)

Everyone else she tagged wrote really good poems, most of them very happy or idyllic, all quite sweet and perfectly innocent
and because I kind of liked the idea of there being something sinister about the words
and because I like to be different, the seemingly unshallow person that i pretend to be,
I didn’t write one like that.
I enjoyed the first line the most, i reckon, because I love blood oranges,
but it’s also a little hint of what’s to come.

Fruit and Needles

taste nothing like blood.
Despite what they call themselves.
And I didn’t know they even had a voice!

But bees? Well they can taste like anything,
when they put their minds to it.

I can still hear laughter of little ones.
Well those bees made short work of that
with their voices.
And every child wrapped up in earth,
the final blanket,
and at the foot of their beds,
a tree grew.

But it didn’t grow well.



  1. krkbaker · May 5, 2007

    Ben, I love it!! But then you knew I would I think. I like the mystery. Another great great job. Kim

    You need to ping it back to that poetry tag so others can see that it was written; well if you want to that is.

  2. zaphodfreek · May 5, 2007

    Well that makes me feel better.
    Glad you like.

    How would I go about this “pinging” of which you speak.

  3. ae · May 21, 2007

    cryptic poetry– i would say
    i love it! the statement fell is gorgeous

  4. zaphodfreek · May 23, 2007

    Thanks ae
    A little mystery never did anyone any harm.

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