Home #Blue Nib Issues Issue 37 | March 2019 | New Poetry- by Anne Walsh Donnelly

New Poetry- by Anne Walsh Donnelly

My Therapist and her Bumble Bee

It circles overhead, like a drone,
as we revisit childhood wounds, talk of adult loss
and all that lurks in the space between.
The bee buzzes and burning beech crackles

in the stove beside us. Smoke seeps through a chink
in its exit pipe, clouds the room, waters my eyes.
The incessant buzz overpowers our words,
until the bee lands on a window sill.

She takes a tissue from its box,
approaches the insect. I’m afraid it will sting
her hand. She folds the tissue
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