Fay Slimm.

Brooding

 

Brooding.

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments12

  • Teddy.15

    Dear Fay, a perfect image of summer. Gracious and beautiful as ever.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Your are so generous in your reviews dear Teddy - a load of thank yous and glad you liked Brooding.

    • dusk arising

      Cor streuth gal.... I'm not going out if it's going to be like that all month.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Am still chuckling at your witty comment Dusk and have left you a message under your little gem of a post re. the outcome.

        • dusk arising

          In truth I'm raring to go out, just got a new set of wheels and its big enough to sleep in too so many plans afoot.... but. Everyone else is on hols filling up the places i want to go so.... oh and i think i'm about to start another round of chemotherapy which does kind of wear you down a bit.... so everythings on hold, just a few day trips here and there... i expect cornwall is rammed with grokkles at the moment.

        • Lorna

          That's August for you - same here in US eastern coast - awful month of humid - imagine English folk in tropical jungles wearing corsets and high collars for dinner. That was intrepid.

        • orchidee

          Good write Fay.

        • L. B. Mek

          'Bees
          stun themselves
          with too, much
          pollen'..
          Brilliant!
          such a poignant portrait, in a poem
          your choice words as sublime brush strokes
          and your tone of melancholy
          insuring even the coldest of hearts, cant help
          but read, relate and sigh: in unison...
          (one of your very best
          in my humble opinion, dear Fay
          thank you! for sharing)

        • Classicmister

          Faye - Another great evocative and descriptive write - Today I went walking and saw the red berries on the Mountain Ash - a true harbinger of autumn and a reminder that in my youth these berries foretold that the end of the summer holidays was nigh!
          Go well John

        • Neil Higgins

          tamen ecclesiae scribe haec imperio alteram insignem edidit Fay

          Suntque exitus reliquit scaena.

          As they said in Latin at my old school 😳

          • Fay Slimm.

            Ha - - just a moment before looking at this comment I spotted the errata and quickly removed it my friend - - at least that is what I supposed you were kindly drawing my attention to........ bless ya Neil.

          • Dove

            I agree with Mek , that Bee and Pollen line was just exquisite! Definitely unique ! Here I sit feeling sorry for the Bee , oh such gluttony

            • Fay Slimm.

              Ha - - yes the bee is just being a bee methinks - thank you a load for your lovely comment dear Dove and glad you liked the read.

            • Coyote

              August is too hot and unpleasant to justify this gem Fay. Perhaps a poem about April? LOL...Terrific write my friend🙂

            • Freni Karaluthara

              You make the sommer dance in your poetry. the beautiful narration of sommer. the picture also suits to poem.

            • SureshG

              Those much anticipated summer rains, a lifeline to thirsty, such as your poems.

              • Fay Slimm.

                A life-line to those who are thirsty is such a generous compliment for my poetic offering Suresh
                and how very kind of you to say so.

              • Neville



                Dunno how I missed this magnificent acknowledgement to late summer and the imminent arrival of autumn, till now ..

                if I had been any later, I would be early for the onset of winter .. maybe ... an outstanding depiction filled to overflow with incredible imagery .... x

                • Fay Slimm.

                  How do you find just the right wordlings to warm hearts like mine -- tis a smiling pleasure to say a BIG thank you for all your encouragement dear N. - my Sir Gallant Knight .............x



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