Vespiary Breviary

Vespiary BreviaryVespiary Breviary

Such fine paper, never to know the feel of ink
Closely guarded, with secrets never to be told
Chambered, holding more than words could convey
Delicate, while infused with hidden strength
Touched by wings, yet never meant to take flight
A message delivered with a sting far greater than any words
Pray the experience is a positive one

This poem is off prompt for Day 3 at napowrimo.net. I just couldn’t get into the challenge.

It’s an edit of something written in August 2020, two weeks after my bicycle injury. The memory of both is still pretty vivid. I could have sworn I posted it, but WordPress tells me otherwise. I guess I was so wrapped up in that that I never got around to posting this. As I stepped through the sliding door onto my deck, I passed through a spider web. Turning to brush the fibers from my face I watched as one long strand stretched and tugged at a wasp nest tucked under the eaves. Two wasps immediately took flight. In a split second, one of the wasps managed to sting both of my middle fingers as I waved my hand about to keep it from my head. A day later, I still couldn’t get my ring past the knuckle. Yes, the same hand that was swollen from my bicycle mishap two weeks earlier.

Image source: pestworld.org

~ Day 3 ~

19 thoughts on “Vespiary Breviary

  1. We have wasps here in Riverside county. I suppose they are everywhere. I have not been stung yet, but my brother has. I have very carefully trapped several inside the house. Some I released, others I killed. They are tough little buggers. Not at all like flies and mosquitos.

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  2. Wow, the double whammy of finger injury then stung by wasp. I’ve seen oldtimers (in videos) use scorpion stings to treat arthritis. Maybe the wasp was doing you a favor 😉 (Enough time has passed so you aren’t peeved by my comment, I hope.) I like the way you wove your poem, almost like a riddle.

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  3. Nice work, Ken. The prompt didn’t grab me, either. And I haven’t been stung since I was a kid, but i recall swelling up pretty good, so I’m sympathetic to your tale, and admiring your poem. .

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  4. Poetic mystery – with an ouch!
    Glad you posted, hope the wasps have relocated further from your porch!
    We have wasp issues every couple of years, usually in the picket fence near the garden – you don’t know they’re there until too late to stand up and step back away from them! I feel mean killing them, but that’s the only solution when their chosen space is in the middle of ours – they are not tameable, trainable.

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