Hives – a tribute to Manchester

hives swarm wordlessly

‘round red brick mills and towers; 

summer shines mournful

as time sips mallow tonic,

her nectar of vim.

doors shut, hearts open,

cotton clouds beaming, ignorant; 

amber eyes witness

voiceless mouths darned shut

while salted raindrops 

forge pint-sized rivers 

between the cobbled ginnels,

resounding silence muffles

happier mondays;

night and day converge 

time shuffles past 

with its red-faced ‘ee-ar, our kid’; 

hives begin to hum 

as the drones retake their posts, 

until our buzzing city 

chugs hoppy nectar 

through a balmy night of vim.