Wednesday, 16 December 2009

THE SEVERE SUMMER



“Summer has set in with its usual severity.” - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The sun beat down in the city today and the predicted temperature maximum of 39˚C was reached by early afternoon. This very hot day came out of the blue, but thankfully tomorrow we are going back to a more manageable 25˚C maximum after a cool change that will come through overnight. Most people weren’t coping too well in the heat, but when I went out the sun felt quite pleasant and I was luxuriating in the summer’s fervid embrace.

The Summer’s Breath

The sun beats down melting the asphalt
The heat haze rising in shape-shifting undulations.
The crowd uneasy, ratty, dazed, scurries short-temperedly,
Looking for shade and cooling draughts, repose.

The city suffocates and breathless, dries up, languishes,
The buildings seemingly turning to wax, melting;
The cars inch along, like portable broiling ovens,
Roasting their occupants that sit basting in sweat.

The Summer’s breath like a dragon’s fiery exhalation;
The sun lashes down, scorching naked flesh.
The air, now still, now twisting in a windy down-draught,
Sears, burns and turns green blades of grass to dried hay.

My heart burns too, and mirrors summer sun,
My skin so cool, in some weird example of relativity;
My lips, though dry and parched, seek cooling kiss,
That will like ice, refresh, relieve, revive.

I take the early train and seek chilled recourse
In lover’s ardent embrace that annuls the heat outside.

Jacqui BB hosts Poetry Wednesday. Visit her blog for more poems...

5 comments:

  1. It's 16F (-9C) here in Ohio, fairly cold. Another blogging friend is experiencing -48C in Alberta. What a difference!

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  2. I too cannot feel sorry for such glorious heat when we've been having 0 degree Celsius weather of late. Yet, I must admit, 39 degrees is a bit much! What an odd Christmas for you all in OZ, but I suppose you're all used to it.

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  3. It's so strange to have Christmas in summer, Nic. To me Christmas means cold and fireplaces and snow. To have it at the beach is very strange!

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  4. What a beautiful poem! I can feel the heat and the ardour of it...

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  5. I'm a little behind in my blog reading, but I'm glad I didn't skip this one. As I sit here in the chilly pre-dawn, I find it fascinating to think of the opposite side of the world where things are cooking, exactly like it will be here in six months.

    Beautifully and passionately expressed.

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