A poem from Gillian.

heat wave

Cornsilk acetate
lime green leaves
against the sky
of piercing blue
forever burning.
Petrol fumes wash across
biting hedge into submission;
ears affronted
raucous wrecking
stillness of the afternoon.
Senses outraged
but now the pleasure
sensuous pull of rosemary
sharply pungent
heat upon the attic hills;
bees in purple marjoram
milky ouzo in a glass
half formed pictures in my head
of summers past.

© Gillian Peall. 2017


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