December 1: Angorath

Quiet morn lain brisk and slow

Nights wane longer, flights fly low

White frost billows cast the snow

Winter saunters, and ends the show

Laughter drips in star-crossed glee

Droves of wonder, eyeless sea

Fruits of time in berry tree

Frozen thunder, a buzzing...

November 30: Finale

“It’s cold out here...”

“It’s warm in the Hive on the Hill...”

It’s warm where the Queen on her Sugar Throne,

Coddles the slave-child crowd and drones,

Beguiles enticing promised homes

“But I am mine

And mine alone.”

It’s warm where the Six Queens traced th...

November 29: Vesper

We’re old now

Old ladies on old wings

And self-guided sojourns

So long ago we bid our way

So long ago…

“We were so young then.”

The world is old now too

At least to us

We who walk with immortals

Until the days grow longer

Until the days…

“We were so young then....

November 28: Aide

“Shake the weary wings to muster forth one last parade.”

“Rise again endearing ladies we do not yet fade.”

“Dare we turn our purposed doctrine down to those in need?”

“Nay we batter back the cold and hail the hands now freed.”

One last flight

“To the sky! T...

November 27: Hibernation

Lumber the slow forms side to side

Rest in tandem beast

Drops of rain-crust grit the puff-shale

Speckle hillside sleet.

Autumn flaps its weary eyelids

Sings a tune drawn low

Gray clouds billow wroth the wind-shire

Lullaby bellow.

“Now I see,” Says so th...

November 26: Fallen

Once six, now five, so dwindles the Hive.

Walk with me ye child of sisters

Walk with me and sing

Walk with me and bid your well-gone

Walk and rest your wings

Garden blossoms perk unfurl

Inscribed in epigraph,

“She is brave who marches first

to Ghost Hive Ang...

November 25: Prosperity

Such snuff is the reign mere borrowed

Heads of crown handed down

Rings of rule now fooled

Take…

Hold…

Pass…

We were never meant to lead for long.

“Leaders don’t live.”

And life doesn’t lead.

It flows, spills, ripples, and rides the wave.

Waves break,

Then r...

November 24: Lineage

Hours tick ‘round

Wrinkled brows

Lined in furrows

Mortal matrons slow to rally

Endless landscape pure

Children gathered here for story

Wake the world endured

Hidden souls

Heirloom tales

Light at rest

Prompt: What do the bees pass down? Their reign is short....

November 23: Crown

“It’s time to go,” the father said.

“And never turn back ‘round.

It’s time to leave my sword behind

And bare my head once crowned.”

“It’s time to rule,” the mother said.

“And have your destined fate.

It’s time to wave the sceptered hand

And sooth the calm fr...

November 22: Festival

Busy bees are busy still and yet the fanfare rides

Games and feasts?

Songs and shows?

Cheer and dance?

Yes…

Oh yes…

None shall rest their heads tonight

None shall sleep in doubt

None shall wake the morn’ upturned

And all will rise to shout.

Prompt: The masse...