Poetry Pals - Week 29, part 2 - A Month of Summer Poetry - a poem a day

The rest of week 1 of a summer of poetry.

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Hello my wonderful poetry people,

As you know from my post on Wednesday found here. This week over at

Poetry Pals

we have started a month of daily prompts (given in weekly chunks) looking #poetryinsummer. I have posted the first 3, and here are the next2. I’ve still 2 to do.

So the prompts

Poetry in Summer - Week One (August 4th - 10th)

1. Summer in three lines

2. Lying on the grass

3. Use a lyric from a favourite (summer) song

4. The dog days of summer

5. Summer colour

6. The summer offers some advice…

7. Cruel summer

So it was really wonderful to take on these joyous prompts. As I stated on Wednesday I have tried to experiment with different forms and styles and to take myself a little bit out of my comfort zone. I think I managed it with Wednesdays poems and today’s are no different.

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I’m going to add an alteration for the first poem, originally I didn’t want to do a haiku, as I’ve been trying to tighten up my haiku form and counting syllables is only one aspect of haiku and I wasn’t wanted to be that concise and confined. But I did in the end change it up and haiku it.

Photo by me

3 line summer

Rain tinged warming breezes
Noon abating morning hay-fever
Bountiful blooms crowd gardens.		

3 line summer - haiku

Rain tinged breezes
Hot parched gardens drink deeply  
Make bountiful blooms.
						

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For the first of the second set of poems I had a good old read of the meaning of dog days, having a lovely trip into the ancient mythology etc. which was all rather fun. Anyhoo I dragged myself off my metaphorical Greek beach and wrote a few words, making sure I changed form again.

Photo by Jimmy Conover on Unsplash

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The Dog Days of Summer 

sultry heatwave days
energy sucking days 
piercing light days
wilting flower days
wild-seed dispersing days
evening insect chirping days
skin blooming damp days

shade seeking dead days
listless wanton pleasure days
waiting on waiting days
slow wearisome days
lazy thunderstorm days
sleeping mad dog days

the dog days of summer
the lethargy of heat
the fever of drought
the savage midday sun,

hardship may abound
none care, deep in 
the fierce fire of apathy 

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And for the third and last of this newsletter we had to think of summer colour. On the television as I was contemplating was the news that yet another fire had destroyed acres of moorland, caused by some stupid feckless prat silly person abandoning a portable BBQ. I was fairly sure these had been made illegal but on closer inspection it never made it’s way passed the first reading in the House of Commons.

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Summer Colour

Black swathes the moors today
obscuring the purple haze of the 
heather, obliterating the white of the common 
cotton grass, eradicating the deep blue hue
of the bilberries and crowberries. 

Black made from the yellow of fire, 
from the orange of flame, from the red 
of heat, consuming the moor, 
devouring nature, grey ash 
smothering the earth, 

Black clads the moor today and I grieve 
for the land and life lost.

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So two more to do before Sunday - eek - and a day at the Rugby tomorrow, best get cracking then eh?

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Till next time, peeps.

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