HEATWAVE

Yellow mustard fields. 

The sun-baked earth

with it's mosaic cracks:

parched, barren, like

my thoughts - overheated.

Brain shorting out. Lazing

with the languor of the idle

below blue sky's great arc,

while white limbs turn red

then brown as last winter's leaf.

This could be idyllic, this choreless 

Sunday: ice lollies in the freezer,

Chardonnay cooling in the fridge -

oh if only I weren't too lethargic

to move - only a lover could rouse my senses!

High above the Swifts reel,

their cries piercing. On unseen thermals,

a Red kite glides then steeply dives -

some poor unsuspecting rodent dies -

and I, heat mellowed, detached, simply observe.

Now increasingly dazed

as sunstroke threatens, cognition

like scrambled egg, 

I drag myself from UV assault

and dive into ice cold pool.

Well, a girl can dream, can't she? 😉

I am taking a couple of weeks' much needed holiday, so will catch up with you all as soon as I possibly can. 😊

Have a great weekend guys  xxx