Carol Mitra Poet Free verse

Orange Honeysuckle

I was in constant competition with the bees
Vying for orange honeysuckle from the trees
Bulbs of orange waiting on a cue
Warm and sweating, we kids were a few 
Squeezing pure sweet nectar down our throats
The last drops with eyes closed is what we knew
We were the collectors of sweet nectar
That belonged to the bees 
I guess they got fed up
And stung the hell out of us, with glee!
My lip was swollen and served me right
Three days of no sucking was my plight
My friends laughed at this sight 
The bees were back in action
without competition from me!

7.6.2021
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Contest: A Tender moment from Childhood.

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Joanna Daniel June 8, 2021 at 12:02 AM That must have hurt, Carol, but those carefree childhood memories are something else for sure:) Carol Mitra June 8, 2021 at 1:02 AM Yes Jo....I still remember this vividly....but never regret doing what I did....The joy to suck nectar from flowers was something else :)