Indian Summer

Solar powered September night stretches out,

Keeping senses from relaxation.

Slumbering spaniel races rabbits,

Pawing the air in futile pursuits.

Spiralling spider endlessly circles,

Running repairs in securest silks.

 

I stand becalmed beside an open window,

Where heat sucks oxygen from the room.

Cats tiptoe over shadowed pathways,

Calling for a cooling of molten tarmac.

Pipistrelles crisscross with pinpoint precision,

Binging on thermal dancers mid-flight.

 

In an orange-glow imitation of day,

Sodium streetlamps underscore nocturnal details.

Gasping, I inhale it all, gulping it down,

Each breath recording a memory.

These moments, rare in temperate climes,

Captured in place of sleep overrated.

◄ Fever

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Robert Mann

Thu 1st Feb 2018 12:14

Ray - generous as always in your comments. Thanks mate.
Rob

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raypool

Tue 30th Jan 2018 22:55

You've really captured the essence of this Rob. Just nails down those dreamy languid feelings we get with that hint of nostalgia for summer. Marvellous stuff.

Ray

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Robert Mann

Tue 30th Jan 2018 16:28

Keith - Exceptional is going a bit far mate, but I'm really glad you liked the piece. Thank you good sir.
Rob

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keith jeffries

Mon 29th Jan 2018 21:31

Rob, thank you for this well composed poem. I am entranced by the second stanza which is quite exceptional. Thank you indeed. Keith

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