New poem
I love Edwin Morgan's poem ' A Too Hot Summer' for its feeling of sticky heat, mystery and the unsettling image of a dog, so I set myself a challenge to write a poem with the same title.
I like the idea of writing poems based on the titles of poems written by loved and dead poets, so may write more on this theme.
A Too Hot Summer
Bright and strange
as a thin fox out in daylight,
glamour runs a leery path,
beyond the hedge and unmown grass.
Walking on stick-stiff legs,
the fox ignores the hens staring from their pen,
instead, like a dog, casually sits
scratching an ear.
July is a longed-for creature,
flaunting its torrid colours, setting a trail
into every summer gone, energising pollinators,
presaging autumn.
I like the idea of writing poems based on the titles of poems written by loved and dead poets, so may write more on this theme.
A Too Hot Summer
Bright and strange
as a thin fox out in daylight,
glamour runs a leery path,
beyond the hedge and unmown grass.
Walking on stick-stiff legs,
the fox ignores the hens staring from their pen,
instead, like a dog, casually sits
scratching an ear.
July is a longed-for creature,
flaunting its torrid colours, setting a trail
into every summer gone, energising pollinators,
presaging autumn.
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