Iron Hive

• Alecka Garrett, Grade 11, St Catherine's School
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

Your flower bed was lowered
I heard it, not touch the ground
Tears cracked the autumn leaves,
My watch leaked beneath its sleeve -
a mosaic of burning blues

My socks bled in their cotton
My lost eyes lost the sun
The fractured Moon did not glow
Their tracks danced gently with the snow

There were no chains
There were no locks
I was buttoned to the grass
This prison was built by me
call me Queen, iron hive