The Men and the Bees by Hafsah Aneela Bashir

Multiple metastases presented last night
Entering full bodied arenas silently
No one noticed the casual invasion
My watch waited for children to come home
Eyes pinned open against a grainy image
Near naked torsos spilling through doorways
Many pink balloons soared through sky that night
Early risers drifting towards a different horizon
No child wilfully ever lets a string go
Manchester did not buckle from a bomb
Everyone like kith and kin to one another
Negated the flint of hatred as they stood together
Mothers opened arms wider, the homeless – life savers
Each taxi driver, a beacon, each doctor, a saviour
Night shook the bees awake and we created honey
Masses of bright flowers carpet St Annes Square
Epitaphs not of stone but petals and soft toy bears
Names carried from one to another through this fragrant air
The soft orchestra of buzzing bees soaring above
Manchester did not buckle but grew stronger with love…

Freelance Writer/ Workshop Facilitator/ @MIFestival Fellowship 2017/ Creative Writing Practitioner/ Spoken Word Artist

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