The Honey Makers

The Honey Makers -

List. Harken.
Hear them coming.
Honeymakers hive-wise homing.
Hear them humming haunting flower refrains.

Sporting, flaunting, dust jackets
Of pollen-powdered gold.
Tailored waistcoats beeline bold.
Honey bees buzzing.

Chubby, black-barred.
Furry, fuzzy.
Golden girthed, with windmill vanes.
Alighting loaded with labours’ gains.

Frantically flapping wings of champagne crystal. Cellophane fairy paddles,
Adorned with miniature marble veins.
Torsos round as robins – ever bobbing.

Undercarriages raised, tucked tight.
Reflecting heads and tails of jet,
Shining lacquer bright,
Racing against approaching night.

Nature’s sky planes in full flight.
Line astern on reaching ‘drome.
Halcyons, hovering
Over a honey home.

Long-limbed undercarriage uncoils,
To land and unhand
To waiting guards
The spoils.

Their long day’s nectar collection
From fields of pollen-covered confection.
Checked for stowaways and when none found,
The guards allow them to enter home ground.

Here they tarry, and start their dancing.
With assorted prancing,
Communicate routes according to stances.
Informing the hive where flowers abound.

And when the dancing
Is finally over,
Rest legs tired
From toiling in clover.

Dressed in drainpipe trousers, black.
With pollen pockets in knee-caps slack
They curl and sleep
Until the new dawn’s waking.