Winter Haibun – Wasp

( a haibun – draft)


Crawling inside the spongy knot-hole underside of the wind-fallen log, SHE’S cold and determined to rest. She is ALONE after SOCIETAL collapse. Apparent Reason: STARVATION. Hunters went out searching, found less and less, grew weaker, then one by one did not return. The once MIGHTY nest. Empty HEX-agonal rooms untended and STALE. The SILENCE. Glued paper walls now coming undone IN THIS WIND & RAIN. Finally, she had flown out too

quick sketch by EEN

— there had been one other, her drone, but he had dropped from the sky and was lost to her SIGHT, to smell. In stasis —  as if dead; SEX-cells, close but apart; eggs and sperm in SEPARATE sacs, so I imagine, compartmentalized as if frozen, STILL … this new queen, SEEMINGLY unconscious. Perhaps close to death — the SOLITARY phase/ season, down to one and NEX-t snow comes. Sun’s gone. Apocalyptic-like. As if the End.

My mother SITS
at the end of the table
from home

haibun in progress by E.E. Nobbs



    • Many thanks (as always), Rebecca. I came across the remnants of a large wasp nest a couple of weeks ago when I was doing my farm visits and I’ve been thinking ever since about how the life cycle of wasps and bumblebees is so very different in this respect from honeybees. So I needed to write something about it and it ended up having to be a bit more than a haiku.

  1. Wow. I didn’t breath from beginning to end reading this! Poor little wasp – I picture her at the end sitting sipping on something sweet and reasssuring….

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