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The Little Yellow Flower and the Bumblebee
The little yellow flower had a friend,
Everyday the bumblebee would come,
The bee liked this flower,
He’d visit in the day at any hour.
They’d meet in sunshine and sometimes in the rain,
The flower would say to the bumblebee,
Shelter under my petals
I’ll keep you dry until the shower stops.
and protect you against the giant raindrops.
~
Then one day a loud noise arrived,
A monstrous beast with iron blades.
It cut everything in its path,
Along the grassy kerb and in the glades.
~
When the bee came by
To say hi to his friend,
He could not see
the little yellow flower.
He buzzed high and low,
Looking everywhere,
But no.
The worst had come.
The bumblebee was numb with shock.
There, on the shorn ground,
Where once it stood in joy
He found the little yellow flower lying by a rock.
The bee nudged the petals,
But they were limp and
had begun to wilt,
What was it that holds the guilt?
The little yellow flower could not be woken.
The bee stayed a long time beside the laid down sunny flower head,
His heart was broken,
For he knew his friend was dead.
~
Lesley Scoble, March 2024
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Time-lapse video of the sketch of the Little Yellow Flower (16 secs)
Poetry Prompt
I wrote my poem The Little Yellow Flower and the Bumblebee in response to this week’s W3 Poetry Prompt #97. Jane Aguilar is the Poet of the Week and invites us to write a poem of three stanzas inspired by the phrase ‘A Wilted Flower’. Rhyming: optional.
My thanks to Jane for her inspiring prompt, and my thanks as always to David, The Skeptics Kaddish.
Lesley lives in the City of London Square Mile. An artist, actor and sculptor (her first ceramic sculpture won the V&A inspired by… Award). Scenic artist & book illustrator, playwright (her musical play, Rapscallion performed in inner city schools and theatre school); TV dancer; Animator and illustrator for TV production. Set up Pinecone Studios Ltd and IIMSI Ltd drama and filmmaking workshops in London – producing award-winning films made by children.
30 responses to “The Little Yellow Flower and the Bumblebee: a free verse poem”
This such a beautiful and moving poem Lesley. Loved it and the drawing you’ve made.
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Thank you, Sadje, 🙏
I appreciate your lovely comment. 💖
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You’re always welcome
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💗💗💗
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Very cool art/words 😎
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Thanks, Matt 😊🙏💕
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Oh what a sad poem, Lesley. You painting is lovely.
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Thanks, Robbie. 🙏😊
The poem is my small attempt to try to raise awareness to the value of the dandelion. To prevent its merciless mowing. In the 17th century people understood its worth and planted it for a food source and health. It is a valuable early food for bees. 🐝
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I like dandelions too 🙏
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We have a lot in common methinks. 😊 🌼
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Nice story , Lesley!💞
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Thank you for the prompt that inspired it, Jane 🌼
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My pleasure, dear Lesley! 💖
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Oh Lesley, this almost reduced me to tears. I love dandelions and hate it when people call them weeds. I would far rather have a lawn full of daisies and dandelions than a bland green patch of stripes.
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Your special comment means a lot to me. Thank you, Willa. 🙏🌼
When people call a beautiful dandelion a weed, they are misusing an Old English word ‘woed’ which means ‘flower’. All parts of the dandelion are edible and have healing and recuperative powers.
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Now that I’ve learned the Old English word, I’ll be sure to educate others. 😊That’s so good to know.
There will always be dandelions in my garden. 🥰
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Yay! 🌼💛🐝👏
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Each spring I follow No Mow May so the dandelions can thrive and be a first food for the bees. I’m sure my neighbours are horrified, but I don’t care.
A brilliant poem. I adore your drawing of the bee.
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Thank you so very much, Heather. 🌼🌼🌼 Bravo! 👏👏👏 I would LOVE your garden 🐝🐝🐝
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Lesley this is a delightful poem! It has love, loss, friendship, horror and suspense – Lovely use of the prompt!!
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Thank you so much, Muri 🌼
I’m chuffed by your wonderful comment. 🐝😊🐝 💛
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Beautiful, poignant poem and story. I love the image you’ve crafted, too!
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Thank you so much, words and ☕️ / Diana! 🙏😊💖
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Lesley, I just love how your use of personification in this piece breathes life into the characters!
~David
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Thank you so very much 🐝🌼🐝 David 💛💛💛
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Aww man. 😭 Poor little flower and the bee. These wildflowers are so important to the bee population. Well done, Lesley.
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What a sad story! Poor bee. I wish more people would let dandelions grow. They’re so pretty and helpful for the bees.
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Heartbreaking.
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😢 🙏 the bee 🐝 says thanks.
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