HEATWAVE

By Linda Wigzell Cress

Thu, 10 Aug 2017
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10 comments
 

Hot hot hot

Squinting eyes aching head;

Sweat runs down my neck

Between my breasts.

I'm a wreck!

Is my skin turning red?

Hope not!

I'll soon be sore I'm quite sure

Despite cotton vests.

 

Dread going to bed

No cold comfort there;

Sweat drips through my hair

As I reach for my fan.

My patient old man

Keeps out of range.

God! How I hate the change.

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Haha!  You're talking real heat here.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Clever twist! I wondered why the cotton vests were coming in where they did. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Thanks for commenting Rhiannon. Wasn't much fun at the time!

 

Linda

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Glad you liked it Philip Sidney. Made me hot writing it.

Linda

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Crikey I don't like the sound of this and it is coming my way in a few years. You've created a feverish picture of heat here. 

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Hi Jane. Remember - HRT rules!

Linda

Submitted by airyfairy on

Takes me back!  Thank goodness for HRT.  

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

HRT thoroughly recommended ! Thanks for commenting!

Linda

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Linda,

your description bought back many memories of my own brush with that unwanted heat and hot sweats. A Perfect account in a poem.

Jenny

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Hi Jenny. Glad that's over! Could do with a bit of sunshine right now though!

Linda