.
If she opens her mouth,
they might just fly out,
all flibbertigibbets with
phrase, and flight.
Hold on to her knees,
and you might feel the
bees she’s got swarming
through her veins.
Bating breath,
she’s twitchily de
-bating:
Are they new?
Or have they been here all
along, caterpillars in
…………………….waiting?
.
Written for Poetic Asides.
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The first thing I thought of was the yellow jacket nest I accidentally came across late last summer. Yugh… that was horrible.
But, what you’re describing here is much different – and you describe the feelings very well.
“Flibbertigibbets” – what a great word!
And then of course De, bating!!!
And I suppose they had to have preexisted as caterpillars and cocoons before they could inhabit your stomach!
Love that second stanza!
YIKES. My brother had a run-in with a yellow jacket once, when he was young. It did not end well.
My Uncle Don always called me “Flibbertigibbets.” I never knew how to spell it until I did some research today.
Agh! Yes, PAIN is the thing I remember most. I accidentally pulled apart a nest they had made underneath one of our bales of hay in our barn and man….they just swarmed me! I think I was stung at least 20 times. I had a jacket on and as I was running away I took it off because they were all over it. My jacket had my phone in it but I was at that point, of course, okay with them getting my phone! But I would go out there and check every hour to see if I could get my jacket yet and it took them about 6 hours to finally all leave my jacket. It all seems surreal to me at this point. Yugh!
That is a unique nickname 🙂 Glad you memorialized it in a poem!
Oh. My. Gosh. I so love this!! So much fun–bees knees, you funny woman 🙂 Love it, love it, love it! (yellow jackets do not play–they are not fun)
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