by tinabarnt
This fire,
extinguished many
times before,
burns deep within
and can no
longer be ignored.
I have given
them
warm milk
and tea and honey
and set them
off to play.
For it has been decided--
today is the day.
Noxious air
will soon consume
me and at
once I will be free.
There are those
who will cry,
flowers will wilt
in my name
but the ashes
will always glow.
And the bees--
they will remember,
for I am their
queen now
and forever.