In case you missed it…

This term, UVHS has been featured as the Prince’s Teaching Institute’s School of the Week  – have a look here to see more.

One of our year 13 students has her work showcased on their site, but we’ve got it here as well for you to enjoy:

Telling the Bees

(According to folklore bees carry news back and forth between

our world and the spirit realm.  If a loved one has

crossed the threshold they will tell you.)

   

Thin-lipped I press my ear to the hive;

hear the honey-seeping song-line,

the gentle buzzing, black on black,

and unleash the bees from darkness: slowly,

they rise on wings of broken glass,

and their long plush bodies flush

orange-red, red bright, drawing flame

in the descending light;

gold-vermillion flowering out.

Bare-handed, bare-skinned I make

no move.  They find me out, tiny feet

brushing skin-on-skin, and bite

pink-sweet mouthfuls of my bitter words.

Oh bees, I say, and tell them of my loss:

they lift in the levelling light

and shed their coats of rust,

dust flying in a pollen-furred mist,

smearing my pencilled limbs.

They are flying now; their song-line

soaring, my words deep in their throats.

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