Creep of warmth at dawn,
sucking away the last of a
cool night, huddling under
the rise of bright sun, so do
Summer days begin, and
wait, in slow heartbeats of
rising temperature; sodden
in their promise of a raging
day, where curtains will be
pulled to imprison darkness,
holding at bay the bright,
white, light from a burning
beating, brutal solar master;
as the hours pass in quiet
reflection, and dreams drift
on soothing, cool breezes.
Summer in the great South
Land, where huge wastes
of desert, reflect in pitiless
constancy, the searing heat.
https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/30/hot-time-in-ye-ole-pub-tonight/#comment-175068
sucking away the last of a
cool night, huddling under
the rise of bright sun, so do
Summer days begin, and
wait, in slow heartbeats of
rising temperature; sodden
in their promise of a raging
day, where curtains will be
pulled to imprison darkness,
holding at bay the bright,
white, light from a burning
beating, brutal solar master;
as the hours pass in quiet
reflection, and dreams drift
on soothing, cool breezes.
Summer in the great South
Land, where huge wastes
of desert, reflect in pitiless
constancy, the searing heat.
https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/30/hot-time-in-ye-ole-pub-tonight/#comment-175068
So glad you posted to the prompt. This is a visceral write...I can feel the searing heat! I especially like the final stanza!
ReplyDeleteWhat a terrific response! Your line breaks are particularly inventive and mesmerizing.
ReplyDeleteNice description of darkness: "holding at bay the bright,
ReplyDeletewhite, light from a burning
beating, brutal solar master;"
I can feel the sizzle in this one. Also,I like your line breaks in this.
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