Summer's end

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Sun, 26 Aug 2018
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The wasps are going crazy

One settles on my leg for heat

Across the road, my aunt sits raving

She sees me with my shopping

I pause at the fence

The ash hangs heavy on her cigarette

“Have you come to take me home?”

She resumes her quarrel with the dead

The carer watches me, unsure

I raise the bags in explanation

Offer my credentials

A gust mocks my clothes

It’s summer’s end

Time to head south

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I can't read this without more than a touch of envy that you're decamping to warmer climes - having said that, it's a fine poem - all the little touches, then endings and beginnings - well done parson (and bon voyage)

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Little by little. South of England first, then back over the Channel and Biscay. I have to endure a property management AGM first. My poor aunt has none of those options. Abandoned to her demons and asset-stripped by democratic choice.

Thank you for the words and cherries. x

Parson Thru