There are fifteen of us anxiously surveying the horizon for any sign that She is approaching.

Tension buzzes through each one of us; I can feel it pouring off the others – I breathe its sweetness in and shake it out through my legs. I’m nervous. Excited.

Not many get to meet the Queen – imagine! Imagine the glorious, heady awe of being in the presence of the Queen – the ACTUAL Queen! My nerves get the better of me and I drift away from the others, then circle back and rejoin the group.

The congregation area where we gather shimmies in the dappled sunlight streaming through the beeches, and the chocolate cosmos fills the air with a light vanilla scent – a setting we chose to honour our Queen, to make Her amenable to our ministrations – where is She?

Where is our Queen? Why is She taking so long? I am starting to panic – has something gone wrong? Has She been ambushed? Surely not! There is a large security escort with Her, making sure She is safe – why is She not here?? 

I know the others are worried too, but we cannot show it. We show no emotion. We can show no tension, no excitement; we are strong and powerful. This is why we were chosen. This is why we are here, waiting to meet Her. We are Her courtesans and concubines, waiting for our Queen to fly into our warm embrace.

A flutter in the haze and a deep hum announce Her approach – finally! She is here! She is our Queen – our new Queen!

She draws nearer and the eye takes in Her deep golden curves, Her large, dark brown eyes – She is a siren to our attendant love; we are mere shadows in Her incandescence.

We rise and encircle our Queen and the mating begins. She will have all of us, in turn. She is insatiable and the ritual lasts for hours until, spent, She leaves us.

She may return tomorrow – or not… We are exhausted and in love. Some of us will die from the exertion, of course – but that is a scant price to pay for the honour of meeting the Queen, and seeding the new swarm in the hive.

© Dave Luis 2015. All Rights Reserved.

This post was written as part of a tandem blogging exercise with Mandy Collins, Nick Frost and Brett ‘Fish’ Anderson. Please take a minute to read their posts on the same title, ‘Meeting a The Queen’ via the links below – and do us the honour of liking, sharing and commenting on our blog posts. Share the love! 

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7 thoughts on “Meeting The Queen

  1. Wow, Dave, one title and four completely different pieces and four completely different queens as well – who would’ve thought. Loved this line: She is a siren to our attendant love; we are mere shadows in Her incandescence.

    Nice one and thank you for the opportunity
    love brett fish

  2. Whaaaaat?! I actually can’t believe we all ended up going for a different “Queen” character. This was very fun to read, Dave. When I read this part “This is why we were chosen. This is why we are here, waiting to meet Her. We are Her courtesans and concubines, waiting for our Queen to fly into our warm embrace” I thought for a moment that perhaps we had taken the same route–but that makes sense because my alien queen was a combo of a xenomorph and a queen bee 🙂 Great post once again, looking forward to next week’s.

    1. I confess – when I read Drone13 in your piece I also wondered if you were going to crescendo in a traditional beehive setting – but your alien treatment and the very human martyr was superbly handled and uniquely Nick Frost! LOVED this week’s results!

  3. Sublime writing. Simply sublime. I only realize it was a Bee until about halfway or so. Genius. Loved this.
    And this line? “chocolate cosmos fills the air with a light vanilla scent”. Too much of artistry.

    1. James, you have made my day! Bloggers love being paid to write as you know, but more than that we adore praise like this! Thank you sir!

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