The Bee Goddess by Yvonne Aburrow
In your honey I roamed
For a fortnight of dreams;
In the combs of the deep,
Where the dark fecund warmth
Gave birth to vision,
And the bees of fate
Built my wyrd in patterns
Of sixfold harmony.
Nine are the doors
To the realms of sleep.
Ninefold the Muse,
Where the honeylight shimmers.
Far from the sun
Are the combs of night.
Deep in the hive
Dwells the new light.