To Rule

the bee chose sovereignty
sweetest nectar of all
in the yet-fragrant orchard
pink and white blossoms giving forth
long before the fruit swelled gold
all that could be given
to rule and know the love of rule
and if this queendom falls
devastation, devastation, collapse

I posted this to Twitter on 27 February after doing the dishes, when I was thinking about the decision of Paris, the apple, the three Goddesses, and the decision for beauty and desire, and a lot of conversations with people and things I’ve been reading. So — of course, I got to thinking about bees, and I dried off my hands quickly to write these verses down. 🐝