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Bodies
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2019 9:37 am
by Dave
Buzzing fills the jars with end of season urgency,
busy bodies bleeding into the jam I donated.
Three other wasps crowd around a lamp,
circle its sunflower glow until they halt
like dazed teenagers when the music stops.
The seasons work their way through my friends,
rough the surface of the bones and joints,
widen little tears in muscles, create fissures
and hang weights on their minds until thoughts
fizzle out like fireworks on damp days.
My address book is emptier than it was.
I catch the three wasps and place them
out where they belong. At night it rains
leaving corpses in preserve and water,
bloated and afloat, their energy spent.
Re: Bodies
Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2019 11:28 pm
by Matty11
I read a book called the Wasp Factory years ago, the title came to mind on reading your poem, though I can't remember what the book was about. I like the poem. It fades in and out of human/wasp realities, but gets inside the compulsions of both. Death shadows throughout the poem. The final act is cold and brutal or a kind release from deluded desperation? Playing god to impose a natural end. I did get a sense of N.'s increasing isolation, witnessing the disconnecting minds.
best
Phil
Re: Bodies
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2019 9:28 am
by Dave
Thanks Matty, thoughtful comments.
I remember flicking through the wasp factory but also can't really remember it except it being some kind of horror story.
Dave
Re: Bodies
Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2019 7:49 pm
by Colm Roe
S3 & 4 are excellent.
I'm confused by the bees though. S1 appears to be a trap to kill the wasps...but (in the last S) the N goes to the trouble of catching three to release? Even though 'the music stopped' I assume they were still alive?
I read The Wasp Factory a long time ago, and also have very vague memories of it...a disturbed youth is all I can remember! Might be worth another read.
Anywho, I enjoyed this read.
Happy Christmas Dave
Re: Bodies
Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2020 12:40 pm
by Tracy Mitchell
Challenging poem, Dave.
These are wonderful lines, in a sobering kind of way: "The seasons work their way through my friends // . . . My address book is emptier than it was." This echoes the notion that the 'season' for the wasps is over as well - "bloated and afloat, their energy spent."
Cheers.
T
Re: Bodies
Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2020 2:02 pm
by Dave
Thanks for all the comments. A minor piece methinks. Colm, there are no bees as such and I did not intend any deaths so if that is the impression something is not quite right in the poem.
Dave
Re: Bodies
Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2020 6:27 pm
by Colm Roe
Dave wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2020 2:02 pm
Thanks for all the comments. A minor piece methinks. Colm, there are no bees as such and I did not intend any deaths so if that is the impression something is not quite right in the poem.
Dave
Bees...a typo, I meant wasps.
I read it (jar with jam) as a wasp trap, and the wasps caught in it drowned.
Re: Bodies
Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2020 7:57 pm
by ajduclos
I like this write a lot, Dave - like Tracy says some wonderful lines, and a really difficult topic.
I read with interest your back and forth with Colm... It took your discussion with Colm for me to realize that there were wasps that N was happily feeding jam in jars, plus those "three" other wasps were the ones you caught and released to the outdoors, and to the elements. So, I guess it is not totally clear... but actually a careful read has it is quite clear....... not sure how to fix that subtly......... buzzing wasps can be very confusing
.......
Aj
Re: Bodies
Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2020 12:59 am
by poet-e
Nice alliteration and imagery!
Wasps symbolize death of N's friends?
Re: Bodies
Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2020 2:43 pm
by Dave
Thanks Ajduclos and poet-e: ideas to ponder, thanks. Poet-e yes.
Dave