the (hang)-dog days of summer
tangle themselves in my hair
and the curlicue corkscrews plaster themselves
to my forehead, shiny and greasy with sweat.
I attempt to cool myself
and enjoy a chilled glass of wine
but all I get is a headache
a dry mouth and a hankering for shade.
Summer nights under the stars ain’t all that –
in the northern hemisphere,
once the sun has gone and the sky is cloudless
you’re wishing for your duvet
and a hot cup of tea.
stars may be beautiful, tiny jewels above your head
but they don’t protect you from the chill
and crawling gooseflesh skin.
Yah, kissed by the sun is just a euphemism –
for scorching sunburn –
for skin raked raw by sand
and swimsuit straps,
and don’t even tell me about trying to pat yourself dry after that needle-sharp shower.
Me? I love summer…
Here’s my latest offering to my new found love – ah, Poetic Bloomings, you are a treasure! Tonight, we are asked to use four (or more) of the ten phrases that are often used to sum up the summer experience.
I had great fun with this – and please, take it all as tongue in cheek. I love what passes for Summer here in the UK, although I do wish we had more, errr, sun!
Please do hope on over to Poetic Bloomings to take part, or just read and enjoy!