The Tuesday Poem: Heat
Heat
Birds wheel, raucous
on the cool air
that will shortly burn away
as sun muscles
through the tracery of leaves
outside my window,
heat hurled like arrows
shot by some elder god,
harsher than the cacophony
of birds darting
through the green,
limned against a blue
that is already transmuting
from crystal to crucible
as dawn evaporates
into the vanishing point
of summer…
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ยฉ Helen Lowe, 2015
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The original of this poem is an old work, but in the context of recent “blazing” days in our southern summer, I have given it a quick once over and sprucing up to share with you as we dive back into the Tuesday Poem for another year. I am looking forward to it; in fact, let’s turn up the heat on poetry together. ๐
In using the phrase “into the vanishing point” I acknowledge Helen Bascand’s 2007 collection of that name.
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Ah, Helen, a lovely poem to open the year! I love that “sun muscles
through the tracery of leaves
outside my window”
And, since you have archery in your poem, here’s a link for you, too. Fascinating:
http://www.dailydot.com/lifestyle/lars-andersen-shows-off-insane-archery-skills/?fb=dd
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Thank you, Michelle–both re the poem and for the archer link.
People must know me too well, though, as you are the third friend to have sent me the link. ๐