Artwalk POETRY and ART

POWER  STRUGGLE

Walking beneath tall hydro lines
I hear high buzz of electric bees,
coiled in dark ceramic hives
above air-conditioned trees
Tis the season of probable Blackouts
A jolt of pollen makes me sneeze
Dandelions strain to blow delicate fuse
that could bring me to my knees

Seeds sizzle on an electron wind
while rich ragweed rumours spread
I step over lush rhubarbed wire,
electrified and red
I have been shocked by thistle talk,
heard sharpened tongues share their dread,
but cuttings always wither
once summer rains have fled