Daughters of Melisseus

Valya Dudycz Lupescu

Daughters of Melisseus

 

Much is expected of the daughters of a Titan.

He shatters silence with a fist dripping honey.

The beating goes unheard beneath the buzz and whir of wings.

We dream of running away, of cheating fate.

 

He shatters silence with a fist dripping honey.

From his open palms fall crushed bees: a Queen, her children.

We dream of running away, of cheating fate.

Our mother kisses apologies off his lips.

 

From his open palms fall crushed bees: a Queen, her children.

Our father is a like a Buckthorn whose pollen is poison.

Our mother kisses apologies off his lips.

Together they produce bees without wings.

 

Our father is a like a Buckthorn, whose pollen is poison.

His hunger insatiable, our mother exhausted,

together they produce bees without wings.

Our mother buries them behind the barn.

 

His hunger insatiable, our mother exhausted,

we watch gods fall like dying bees from the sky.

Our mother buries them behind the barn;

no one thinks about bees having a heart.

 

We watch gods fall like dying bees from the sky.

Much is expected of the daughters of a Titan.

No one thinks about bees having a heart;

the beating goes unheard beneath the buzz and whir of wings.

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Valya Dudycz Lupescu’s publication credits include the Amazon bestselling magic realism novel, The Silence of Trees, published by Wolfsword Press in 2010, as well as publication and awards in several literary magazines, including Sentence, Danse Macabre, The Pedestal Magazine, Doorknobs & Bodypaint, and New Letters. She has poems forthcoming in Mythic Delirium and Fickle Muses, and is currently writing the script for a graphic novel, STICKS & BONES, to be published by First Comics in Chicago. She is the founding editor of the literary magazine, Conclave: A Journal of Character, and has been involved with the Chicago Literary Hall of Fame since its inception in 2010. You can learn more about her and her writing on her website and blog: www.vdlupescu.com

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