Poppies and Bees

by CD Richards

The summer sun its golden honey spreads
across the field awash with red and white.
The poppies proudly raising up their heads —
I've rarely seen a more enchanting sight.

The bees collecting pollen for their hive
hum cheerfully as on their way they go.
A splendid day it is to be alive,
I watch them as they're darting to and fro.

When suddenly the noise intensifies —
I turn and freeze, my thoughts are filled with dread.
A swirling funnel now confronts my eyes —
I'm fearing that I'll very soon be dead.

If so, I pray wherever my path leads
there's bees, and poppies waving in the breeze.

Write A Review

The idea is to write a poem of a given form on a supplied topic in less than an hour. Today's challenge is to write a Shakespearean sonnet on:

While picking wildflowers in a field, you find yourself in the path of a tornado.

Pays one point and 2 member cents.

You need to login or register to write reviews. It's quick! We only ask four questions to new members.

A potlatch-challenge entry

A chapter in the book Miscellaneous Poems Vol 2

Poppies and Bees

by CD Richards

The FanStory Store For Writers

Your Poem On A Mug