A shadorma trio for Colleen’s weekly challenge.
When sun sears,
and each step drags through
molten bronze,
my ears pulse
with cicada-throb—phantom
hiss of cool fountains.
Peeling back
the light from shadows,
the heat from
cool tree shade,
the weight of summer becomes
a golden caress,
until the storm
unleashes torrents
from torn cloud,
water-burst
of electric-wired rain
to sooth the fever.
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This is beautiful, I have missed your poetry. Very evocative of a long hot summer day with a wild storm brewing 💜
Thanks Willow. That was yesterday. I don’t know if the weather spirits have a storm lined up for tonight 🙂
It looks like we will have one tonight 💜
I hope you were inside!
It didn’t arrive, it was very threatening but didn’t arrive 💜💜
Another one that got away. Most of the storms we’ve had forecast haven’t happened. The only one we had wasn’f forecast.
That’s about right for the meteralogicalists ! 🤭
🙂
Perfect description of a hot summer day. Ours ended with a storm last night, too–and more expected today. It’s steamy outside, and it’s not even 8 AM.
Thank you 🙂 I was astonished that Finbar didn’t stir. We hadn’t closed the shutters in ‘his’ room and usually at the first whiff of thunder or lightning he wants to come into our room. I even got up to check he was okay. He had a grandstand view of the storm but hadn’t got off his armchair. Too hot to move, I think.
That’s funny. Maybe he was. 🙂 Our white cat, Mickey, used to be terrified of storms, and he would run and hide before we even heard thunder or saw lightning–but he’s much braver now.
A cat that has learned to overcome an inherited fear is pretty good.
Well, I’d say he (and I ) still have a healthy fear–and of course, he still runs when the vacuum cleaner monster comes out. 🙂
Ha ha! I don’t think I’ve ever seen the cats in the same room as the vacuum cleaner monster. Finbar tries to kill it every time but it’s pretty tough.
Mickey starting peeing on it, so we have to keep it in a room in the basement now. 🙂
Typical cat behaviour—you want to make a point about something, pee on it.
😉
It’s such a good feeling when the storm actually breaks the heat…it doesn’t always. We are very steamy here, not sure rain will do any good, although it looks ominous. (K)
The heat here is dry so much easier to bear. I can usually do without the storm because they tend to send the animals into a panic and we end up with visitors under the bed.
I lived with a dog that was gun-shy. Thunderstorms were a challenge.
Nights of very little sleep.
Jane, this is superb poetry. The Shadorma has become one of my favorites! Your description of a sweltering summer day leading to a climactic storm to close it out is brilliant. Your word choice… WOW! ❤
I’m glad you like it, Colleen, and I’m glad you have this prompt because otherwise, I’m not sure I’d discipline myself to stick to a syllable count. It’s worth it 🙂
LOL! You are a true poet, Jane. I always love your descriptions – so rich! ❤
I’m pleased to have a fan 🙂
Seriously, I’m a fan. LOL! 😀 ❤
🙂