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the beekeepers cottage

at the edge of the forest near the little brook I rest near the end of the trail
it is midsummer and I close my eyes and remember a dream or was it a tale

…i followed the dragonfly lively fast and fleeting…it dipped and skimmed above the water and turned to look at me…the sun reflected off its wings and its body shimmered…in a flash of a moment time stood still…the red dragonfly of my youth the red dragonfly of my middle life the red dragonfly of my last summer…together once again alive nimble we became one spirit as it took me back to my boyhood…

a day long ago it was midsummer I followed the butterfly to the beekeepers
cottage
veiled with a net of bees from head to toe she never moved the bees’ her entourage

…a bee came to greet me then another and soon the dance of wings…my beautiful iridescence red suit of armor flashed and the little bees sang singing the hives symphony…the beekeeper now unveiled naked pale with amber hair her eyes sparkled tigers eye her wings began to flutter…the butterfly at a distance continued on its journey it flitted then vanished…the beekeeper smiled dripping honey…

“remember who is more dangerous to know out of us two” the beekeeper slyly cooing
you have all the bees and all the delicious sweet tasty tasting honey began my undoing

…come here and have a taste nothing sweeter than my honey…i began to lick and then mouthfuls and i could not get enough as i kept eating her honey…the more i ate the more the little beekeeper smiled and more honey from her honey pot smooth and golden sweet and creamy…she looked as i began to dip into her honey pot with that look, “remember who is more dangerous to know out of us two”…

i could not move my wings glued with golden amber honey it holding my body captive
the beekeeper summoned her little bees they tore me apart taking me to
the beehive

…a bee singing its beehive symphony somewhere near by woke me up…on a branch resting was the cinnabar butterfly half way on its journey home…and there in the distance it was me alive young and so nimble iridescent red glistening in the midsummer sun…i wanted to shout little dragonfly beware of the beekeeper and her cottage…i feel asleep the dream began little bees sang singing the hives symphony…

the beekeeper summoned her little bees they tore me apart taking me as their captive
i could not move my wings glued with golden amber honey my body now their beehive

at the edge of the forest near the little brook I rest near the end of the trail
it is midsummer and I close my eyes and remember a dream or was it a tale

DESCRIPTION:
The joy of reverie of thoughts while day dreaming and reminiscences of chasing dragonflies watching them dart and hover remembering a butterfly on a summer’s day a long time ago, meeting a beekeeper and being amazed at her beehive, listening to the bees symphony of the buzz buzzing, tasting honey on the honeycomb getting sticky and licking it off my fingers. Someone says something to you and you forget it and then it just comes to your mind out of nowhere or you remember a written note to you and while remembering the words it starts your imagination to write a story around a sentence and it starts to take on a life of its own, the muse of inspiration. Symbols and metaphors and innuendos all from one little sentence, “Remember who is more dangerous to know out of us two” delicious and provocative and it just makes you smile with wonderment, I sure will never know (some things are best left to the imagination). It got my imagination going and I like that, it made me think about a dragonfly nimble and alive on an adventure to the beekeepers cottage knowing there is danger there, sigh what would a little dragonfly know of danger fast and nimble or is it about the one dreaming who becomes the dragonfly and then no longer is the dragonfly and then becomes the bees beehive, always near the beekeeper, dreams do that, leaving you to wonder.

A folded note tucked inside the last page of the Book of Cinnabar Butterflies a reminder that little dragonflies may be fast and nimble, but once drenched with honey the beekeeper will summon her little bees unless the dreamer wakes up in time from his midsummer dream…?…“Remember who is more dangerous to know out of us two” why the little beekeeper of course, she has all the bees and the tasty tasting sweet golden amber honey and her alluring cottage of dreamy dreaming for the dreamer.

the beekeepers cottage

montdragon

San Diego, United States

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The joy of reverie of thoughts while day dreaming and reminiscences of chasing dragonflies watching them dart and hover remembering a butterfly on a summer’s day a long time ago, meeting a beekeeper and being amazed at her beehive, listening to the bees symphony of the buzz buzzing, tasting honey on the honeycomb getting sticky and licking it off my fingers. Someone says something to you and you forget it and then it just comes to your mind out of nowhere or you remember a written note to you and while remembering the words it starts your imagination to write a story around a sentence and it starts to take on a life of its own, the muse of inspiration. Symbols and metaphors and innuendos all from one little sentence, “Remember who is more dangerous to know out of us two” delicious and provocative and it just makes you smile with wonderment, I sure will never know (some things are best left to the imagination). It got my imagination going and I like that, it made me think about a dragonfly nimble and alive on an adventure to the beekeepers cottage knowing there is danger there, sigh what would a little dragonfly know of danger fast and nimble or is it about the one dreaming who becomes the dragonfly and then no longer is the dragonfly and then becomes the bees beehive, always near the beekeeper, dreams do that, leaving you to wonder.

A folded note tucked inside the last page of the Book of Cinnabar Butterflies a reminder that little dragonflies may be fast and nimble, but once drenched with honey the beekeeper will summon her little bees unless the dreamer wakes up in time from his midsummer dream…?…“Remember who is more dangerous to know out of us two” why the little beekeeper of course, she has all the bees and the tasty tasting sweet golden amber honey and her alluring cottage of dreamy dreaming for the dreamer.

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