Monosyllabic

Words that strung together mid-summer and then, thinking that summer was ending I left them unfinished. The heat of September left us all speechless and the poem seemed perfect to post.

It’s sweltering
It was sweltering
And here we are 
Twelfth September at 9am
Sweating.
I got up at seven
Walked at eight
It makes no difference
There's no escape 
It all feels as though
It's the price tag 
For leaving it all too late.
because the heat wave
Is not a wave anymore.
The humidity smothers you
Clothes snag on every limb
Stick homes in
It owns your eyelids,
Fingers, toes
And glows 
On the nape of our neck
My head of curls keeps my scalp cosy
In this crazy heat
Laughter weighs in
Trying to see the funny side,
But smiles feel heavy.

Left wondering,
If perhaps we'll melt.

I stay still,
Avoid blowing a fuse.
Not just me
Dog has decided, 
Best not to move if you can,
We both turn 
Monosyllabic
Consonants disappear first,
It's too ho' to waste letters and wor's.
A smile or a frown,
A twitch of a whisker 
Or the tip of your old tail will do.

Lay low, sleep or swim
The clouds are skint, but I hear the weatherman thinks 
There might be a storm
Will the sky dote on us and give us rain?
I wonder if a silent dawn will be broken in two?
Or will this storm just be another angry sky
With a roar much louder than its bite?
Please let it be a benevolent act
To bathe the flowers
In gold!

I am sorry dear garden
That you must carry the burden
So I shall hope then with all my might
That you are not undersold.
I shall pray hard for gold.


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