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.