Poetry, Nature
The Bee’s Knees
A pollination poem

Oh, that tickle of your toes on my pollen-clad stamen and the buzz of wing against my breast of petal pink…
It’s electric, like metal melting in your mouth after a lightning storm which scorched the earth beneath your feet.
A little too close.
Perhaps.
But if you never take the chance, you won’t know what it’s like to stand with lips dampened by scouring rain, or to howl into the wind
or to wish again for that little zap of electricity which the flower feels when the bee’s knees are thick with pollen.
Flowers and bees really do feel a little jolt when they connect, if the flower has not been pollinated recently. Bees develop a negative charge when flying and flowers develop a positive charge when swaying in the breeze. A bee can tell if another bee has recently visited a flower by the lack of a “zap” of electricity when the bee and flower touch.
It does make you wonder if the bee and the flower get a little jolt of pleasure when the bee lands, knee-deep, in an un-pollinated blossom.





