Since my obsession with Honey Bees is no longer a secret, here's a poem about them! Inspired by Book IV of Endymion by Keats, some Poe, Shelley, Wilde, and Yeats. God save the Queen!
Think poetry is a fluffy, giant pageant? That's the plebeian idea. It's cutthroat. Want to choke down your prey before you become its prey? Try this. Stephen Dawson's personal rules for writing poetry. Don't like rules? Feel free to break them.
Let not the excess of lusts and comforts mislead you as they have the sheep of this hellscape, miasma, painted in this poem.