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Beestorm in West Middlesex
Beestorm in West Middlesex - Matthew Francis
Beestorm in West Middlesex
He sat in the solemn office.
It was a poem about bees.
The room was silent and the air
full of unwritten thunder.
It was a poem about bees.
The room was silent and the air
full of unwritten thunder.
The bees exploded on the window-pane.
The room was silent and the air
full of unwritten thunder.
The bees exploded on the window-pane,
a living wreath around the trees.
Full of unwritten thunder,
the bees exploded on the window-pane,
a living wreath around the trees,
which then dispersed like memories.
The bees exploded on the window-pane,
a living wreath around the trees,
which then dispersed like memories.
He sat in the solemn office.
It was a poem about bees.
from Blizzards (Faber, 1996), © Matthew Francis 1996, used by permission of the author and the publisher