Midsummer blues

We were drunk with heat

champagne edged, headachy

moving moodily like

sugar stoked children

bitten by yesterday’s sun

skin chapped to rose

lips parched ears straining

to hear thunder’s rumble.

Crescendo of kettledrum:

clouds scurry over Canary Wharf

I reassemble myself from bones,

sleep buried.

Grass now pregnant with rain

wind weaves spells into the dusk

‘Life is sunlit’ you said as you

emptied your pockets of us.

High in the turret of becoming

I laid my heart to rest

amongst the cobwebs & the

pigeon’s nests

watched the sun slash the elliptic

like a lover’s smile.