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.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: August 12th, 2021 03:39
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Cor streuth gal.... I'm not going out if it's going to be like that all month.
Am still chuckling at your witty comment Dusk and have left you a message under your little gem of a post re. the outcome.
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.
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.
Good write Fay.
'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)
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
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
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.
August is too hot and unpleasant to justify this gem Fay. Perhaps a poem about April? LOL...Terrific write my friend🙂
You make the sommer dance in your poetry. the beautiful narration of sommer. the picture also suits to poem.
Those much anticipated summer rains, a lifeline to thirsty, such as your poems.
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.
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
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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