'My dear son, I would ask you to stop this carnage and leave the wasp nest in the straw barn, allow them space to gather nectar and pollinate.' Photo: by Tom Sid on Unsplash
The wasp nest
Poem by Steve Day
by Steve Day
5th January 2024
I am your mother; you were torn from me
at birth and at that bloody moment the fear
of losing you fluttered through my memory
like wasp-wings building their future.
