Friday, July 3, 2009

Yowza. Bee sting while IN THE CAR
while cruising the back roads behind Nephin Beg
and no relief for miles. Through my jeans,
smack into my quadricep, a sharp hot lancet
Hot damn.

And all around us rhododendrons, a wild
impenetrable thicket just past blooming:
remnants of purple, acres and acres.
And always that light, that swept-clean glint.
Sheep in the road, not anxious to move,
no rush for anything. Certainly not us.

Later on, a stop at the Healy Hotel in Pontoon,
on the shores of Lake Conn, Paul with his pint
of Guinness and I with my new favorite repast:
black tea with milk.

And I'm still cursing that bee.


  1. Ouch! You've had some painful mishaps on your vacation.

  2. imagine it's a tiny bird with a sharp beak giving you a kiss? does this help?

  3. It's weird. The last two times I've been stung by a bee, I was (1) standing at the counter in a cheese shop and (2) standing at the counter in a restaurant. What's with these bees, that they can't stay outdoors, where they belong? I feel your pain.

  4. Ouch, find an aloe vera plant and rub the spot!

  5. Funny you should mention this. I haven't been stung by a bee for years and years, until this week. I was spraying off our patio and a wasp crawled up my pants leg and before I could brush it off, it stung me...twice! Ouch. It's been bothering me all week! :(

  6. Tofu -- some kiss!!

    Willow -- INSIDE your pants leg?!!

    Thank god for fallen hunks of marble and stinging bees, for they give me something to blog about. ;)

  7. black tea with milk. yes!

    and damn i'm sorry about the bee sting. but it's an irish bee, in ireland!!

  8. Sweetness was the search of the bee
    And it found one sweet you see
    His flight onto your traveling way
    An affirmation to mark the day.