“The Fairy Tree,” A #Haibun
Welcome to my contribution to my weekly #Poetry Challenge, where you can write your own Haiku, Tanka, or Haibun using the prompt words of peace & tear. Remember, synonyms are encouraged. Please read the directions on my challenge post to make sure you are following the rules for these forms of poetry.
Please read the directions on my challenge post to make sure you are following the rules for Haiku, Haibun, and Tanka. ❤
This week, I decided to write a Haibun with a Tanka, called “The Fairy Tree.” I used “calm” for “peace” and “splitting” for “tear.”
Both words have many connotations. Depending on how you use your synonyms you can alter the meaning of your prose & poetry in many ways. Don’t be afraid to experiment with synonyms. Sometimes subtle meanings pack the most punch in your poetry. Play with the words for different reactions.
The best poetry has layers of meaning.
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Scarlet skies afire
splitting the calm asunder
silence tears the morn.
Wheat heavy with the harvest
announces autumn’s glory.
I crept closer to the fairy tree which stood like a lone sentry in the middle of the field. The late summer wheat, thick with seed heads undulated like waves as I forced my way through the scratchy stalks. At the base of the tree, I gazed between the branches filled with golden leaves. The bees clustered at the opening to the apiary emitting a gentle hum which soothed my nerves.
Quietly, I watched the activity in the hive. I felt no fear and knew the bees would recognize me. I spied the queen at once. Her body was larger and heavier than the other bees. Her female workers gathered around her performing the spirit dance – an homage of sorts to their royal genealogy. Tiny black and yellow bodies twirled and clustered about the majestic mother. Myriads of lacy wings beat a gentle song remembering an ancient heritage written through the ages.
The queen had one job, and that was to lay eggs. This summer I watched as she laid over 2000 eggs a day. The drones were long gone having been evicted from the colony after they had mated with the queen. Her royal highness would have no need of the drones from here on out. She had enough sperm to last for at least five years. Their deaths had been necessary for the survival of the hive’s collective consciousness. I knew the legacy of this colony needed to survive. I had to find the answers.
© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro
I have entered the writing zone! My fairy nymphs have summoned me, and I am working hard on the second book in The Heart Stone Chronicles series – The Meadow Fairy. Abby Forester, the Fairy Whisperer, must solve the mystery of the disappearing bees! ❤
Read: Why Are the Bees Dying?
Next Tuesday for the next poetry challenge.