Summer, coming to an end
He interrupted me: Look at the bees!
I didn’t answer, so he came and crouched
where I lay. Look at them, he whispered,
going ballistic in the toadflax! And they were,
busy-humming in the flowers, innocent as
children holding hands, as his smile,
as I used to be. But I was watching another bumble,
swollen and pushing as it slippery-slid inside
a brazen red nasturtium, achingly slow, and I
melted with loss.
Morgaine Merch Lleuad is a poet/novelist, and lectures in poetry and creative writing at Exeter University and the OU, respectively. Her poetry has been published in various magazines, including Orbis, The Interpreter’s House, Iota, Ink Sweat & Tears and The Frogmore Papers. Twitter: @bagpussbotherer