Today's poem (this week's poem!) started life as a Flash prompt on MoreWriting, but I didn't have time - not even the 15 minutes allowed - with a clear head, to write anything. But it's crept up on me as the week has passed. Bit like the blow from the Queen on the unsuspecting drone. Bit like the shingles with which I am currently afflicted. One minute, I was fine; next minute ...

Circuitous drone

The circuitous drone
Takes the long way home
He avoids the beeline
To his honey comb

He flies from bud to bud
Buzzing with pleasure
Stuffing his probiscus
Deep into treasure
 
As he drowns in nectar
Swells to twice his size
Why can’t he sense danger?
Why is he not wise?

Such short lived excitement
Wherever he’s been
Won’t seem worth the candle
When stung by his Queen