BEE STING

Walking round the festival
Outside having fun
Till suddenly defenseless
I had in fact been stung. 

A swarm of yellow jackets
Consumed with rage appeared
Looking for some sugar
The one thing that I feared.

It started with an ice cream cone
Chocolate, double dipped
He got me on my finger 
And right above my upper lip.

The pain was instantaneous 
The toxin was released
The swelling and the throbbing
Continued to increase. 

Afraid my throat was closing
Where was my Epi Pen?
I knew I needed to react
Looked through my purse, again.

It was there , I found it
In seconds, felt relief 
Then I saw the EMT
He was there to  rescue me.

He sprayed an antiseptic 
Then applied a cold icepack
I was shaking , but felt better
He could see, I’d been stung twice.

I cried aloud, was helpless 
I dropped my ice cream cone
Tried to run , to get away 
I began to cry , to moan!

He took me to their station 
Set up for emergencies 
I soon calmed down, I thanked him
For looking after me. 

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Image: Google Images. Perham yellow jackets

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

6 thoughts on “BEE STING”

    1. I did go to a Garlic Festival yesterday and was stung by a yellow jacket, while eating an ice cream cone, (chocolate, double dipped). He stung me on my lower arm! I don’t have an allergy to bee stings, but imagined what it could have been like…. if I did. A little poetic license helped to create my poem. Thank you for caring! 💜
      I appreciate your comments!!!!

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