On a humid day in July,
honey rained from the sky.
I lay, center of the road,
under the hovering bees,
making honey angels.
I lifted a glazed bare foot
as the honey continued to pour.
A bee landed on my big toe
for a sweet kiss, but a sudden
flick of my ankle whisked it around
to plant its stinger instead.
My toe swelled the size
of a Roma tomato
on that awful day in July
when honey rained from the sky.
© 2015 Nortina Simmons
Written for Frau Paulchen’s Lyrik Monat, which translates from German to Mrs. Paulchen’s Poetry Month. Today’s prompt is: “when it rained honey last time and I glazed myself barefoot.”