She started from a dissected plastic milk container.
That and the sketches........
of a true Goddess of the bees.
Draped in roses, dripping with beads.
Seated at her throne in a cosy, gold-embossed shrine.
Our Lady of the Flowers.
Reeking of jasmine, enough to make you giddy.
Our Lady - full of a sadness that no one understands.
Mourning the loss of....does anyone know.
Is it the bees she mourns?
