Sun-charred laughter

Photo©Arun Kulshreshtha.

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Sunlight roars with a fiery voice,

Beneath its claws red stone flakes fall,

Your laughter breaks like charred black twigs.

 

As summer crawls from beneath the shade

Of spreading trees, silent and grave,

Sunlight roars with a fiery voice.

 

Harsh, it tears the walls, the heat

That pours from roof tiles, dripping gold—

Beneath its claws red stone flakes fall.

 

Limp the poplars, their voices hushed,

Where birds in thoughtful silence perch,

Your laughter breaks like charred black twigs.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

10 thoughts on “Sun-charred laughter”

      1. That might be true Haha, there was a time 38-39 c seemed normal because we were having always above 40. It’s really hard when the weather changes pattern, yes night could be so bad. That’s why I always sleep well after midnight haha!

      2. Even if it isn’t because the climate is changing, in modern cities, these temperatures would be unbearable because of the pollution. Drivers don’t like to drive slower never mind leave their cars at home, so we suffocate.

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