Sunshine

Cherry

By Jonathan_Dalton

Thu, 09 May 2013
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Heat-starved Britons ride convertible cars through sunlight, and
The asphalt beneath them shines bright grey.
Tourists cast assertive shadows onto pigeon-pecked paving, and
A sharp breeze runs cold fingers through the heat.

Warmth and light have coaxed out clothes unworn for months, as they have brought out my bicycle that is slowly breaking.
Beside me, pimply tourists from warmer countries chit-chat normally as if there were nothing remarkable about this day.

When I yawn and then squint, light shimmers into my vision like papery moth's wings.

Meanwhile Windsor Castle makes no comment.
Sunshine makes everything a bit better, right?

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Submitted by rask_balavoine on
I like that picture of that sharp breeze running fingers through the heat.

Rask

Submitted by Jonathan_Dalton on
Thanks rask! I'm new here but will upload more poetry over the next few days. It's great that people read my writing, whether they like it or not (but hopefully they do). Writer, human being. www.jonathandalton.co.uk

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Submitted by The Walrus on
Nice one, Johnothan, great use of language, well-earned cherries.

Submitted by Jonathan_Dalton on
Thanks a lot! For some reason my comments aren't showing up when I try to reply - maybe this will? Writer, human being. www.jonathandalton.co.uk

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Submitted by tcook on
It's an anti spammer thing - we don't let people comment until we know they are human beings! Great stuff - and welcome to ABCtales. Your comments will all show now.

Submitted by Jonathan_Dalton on
Excellent, so this comment should post now. Thanks for your kind comments, it really does mean a lot to know that people enjoy what I've written. And I was thrilled to be cherrypicked! It made my day. I will keep posting new poems as I write them (about one a week at the moment); for me, at least, having an audience is kind of as important as the writing itself. Ultimately, as a writer, and someone who wants to call writing his profession, I want my pieces to be read and make connections & stimulate through them. I want to move people. Thanks again! Writer, human being. www.jonathandalton.co.uk

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Submitted by scratch on
Well Jonathan you have come to the right place. This is a good poem and welcome from me too by the way.

 

Submitted by a102866 on
As they say, The rain in Spain is mostly drain, but the rain in Britain is a sittin! I like that you blend the carefree tourists into your equation. You have the: entitled royals, acclimated citizens, and novice tourists rolled together in a nice, shiny ball of wax. Loved your take on a sunny day in England!