• Ivor M Bundell

Art in Time of Lockdown (3)

I am Queen Bee

I am Queen Bee

but my hive is empty I miss my children

I am a princess in a tower but my prince cannot climb my hair because of infection risk

I am a super moon, pink and unusual and very much alone in this strange new constellation

I am a weaver of dreams A prodder at destiny Maybe I will write about it A book nobody will read because it is such a common tale

I am the modern Amazon goddess, my visitors reduced to sad men who knock and run away Their ringmaster worships at the shrine of my front door and pays his men to take risks and deliver cardboarded offerings

(C) Jilly Funnel

Down Hensting Lane


Shepherd's Hut & Periwinkle


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