Fay Slimm.





Days now are long and humid.

Nature gorges on swollen fruit.


Bees stun themselves with too

much pollen and

bluebottles die whilst fusing

with oven-hot plants.


Village roads bulge with streaks

of damp green while

trees grow silver-moss beards

on sticky outsides.


Thunder-clad rainstorm  slams

into dried puddles

but pours under ground as claps  

soon run to sultry.


Thatch splits when mud-stuck to roofs.

Walls become dank when water rules.


Atmosphere stifles small life underfoot     

as August sweats on in murky brooding.