The hottest day of the year today. No escape.




July goes up in flames


Heat hisses like a boiled snake on an asphalt plain.

It's hot. The blistering wind rattles and

sweat flows like lava scalding my cheeks.

My eyeballs  glaze ceramic.

July goes up in flames.

 





Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2011-07-20 at 13:00

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Richard Wilson
This is such a soft poem for something so fiery! Nice one!
2011-07-24


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well written
I can feel the heat through
your words
Thanks for sharing
N T
2011-07-22



I'm with Shells, you caught it. And August is still to come.
2011-07-20


shells
As I am sitting here in a miserable uk "summer" I felt envious, even though I know the heat is probably unbearable, great descriptives, love it.
2011-07-20


countryfog
What a stunningly vivid first line! . . . the whole poem really, visual and aural, sensory overload. Walking along a corn field yesterday I wondered why it hadn't begun to pop.
2011-07-20