Bee Dress by Julia Webb (1966 -)
Give me a dress made of honeybees
that I will wear in humming praise of summer,
that shimmies its blacks and yellows
across my body in waves,
each curve of bee a buzzing bead
that catches the sun's rays as I move.
Let the whole street see my waggle dance
as my bee dress swarms and sings -
lifts me clear above the pavement
leaving behind me a fine yellow dust,
a faint whiff of honey.
Is Gransnet leaning more to the left?
Good Morning Wednesday 21st October 2026
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