The challenge this week was to write about something hot. Here are the results.
Kate Coombs of Book Aunt shared this untitled poem.
Today has a fever,
but the ocean puts cool fingers
across its hot forehead
and says, "Shhhh.
Soon it will be night."
--Kate Coombs, 2010, all rights reserved
VANISHING ACT
By Steven Withrow of Crackles of Speech
Nine years old, bored with summer,
sick of sunburn, watermelon,
almost wishing for September,
I follow my patient father
through hanging vines,
chain-linked swings
of our equatorial jungle gym,
where earth turns daily
and vegetables grow.
I plunk myself down
between red radish rows,
leaves like ping-pong paddles,
while Father thrusts
a spade into soft soil.
At garden’s margin
a fat, black rabbit
tips slack ears
like a conjurer’s top hat
at miracle finale
of a mirror-shadow show.
(Father doesn’t look up;
this trick’s for me.)
Long-eared illusionist,
with rabbit sleight-of-foot,
nabs one red radish,
into tall grass disappears,
without presto, bravo,
or wherever-did-he-go.Pepper
by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm
It was such a cute pepper
the size of my thumb.
I bit off the tip
and I felt pretty dumb
for though it was little
that pepper was strong.
I thought it was sweet.
It was hot.
I was wrong.
© Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
Diane Mayr of Random Noodling shared this untitled poem.
afternoon heat...
gray cat flops on her side
to stretch long
against the cool wood floor
still and silent as a shadow
It's hot.
I'm not.
It's not too late if you still want to play. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll add it to the list.
Terrific poems this week! We have a projected high of 69 today here--so glad. I only like heat in poems:>)
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