Reflections on the Cranbury School Spelling Bee

Spelling Bee

The spotlight shining dimly-

On a wooden stage.

Tinting the red curtains-

And dark backdrop-

A soft daffodil.

As the bees float around,

Carrying a different letter each.

Flying in and out of the light.

Their wings reflect the answers of each contestant.

Am I the only one who finds it hard to focus-

With this obnoxious buzzing?

A contestant reaches up for a letter,

But the bee stings their hand and turns away.

Now declared the loser-

The contestant returns to their seat.

Honeycombs ooze the sweet substance and drip with doubt.

Honey tangles my hair as it falls down.