There has been a stultifying heat this week in Scotland; it has been responsible for the following haiku…
Breezeless
Footling summer hum
Of airborne things, of breezeless,
Pollen-heavy heat.
Bobbing
Solemn, sunburned ears
Tracing breeze-bobbing ovals
Under sun’s slow arc.
*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Wikipedia and Martin Birkin. My recent short stories include ‘Rendered Soft‘ and ‘Across the Glassine‘.
Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, Cafelit, Best MicroFiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, The Wild Word, and Shooter magazine. He is a doctoral student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father. He blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.
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I enjoyed these two summery snippets, Matthew 🙂 we are so far from this, ‘enjoying’ the cold and dark of winter solstice; maybe I should try to capture this as you have the heat in Scotland 🙂
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Haha we’ll be passing it back before long John. It is the anomaly rather than the norm here!
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I love both of these!
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Thanks Susan – very kind of you as always!
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Ah, the joys of summer! Great writes My Friend.
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Cheers Goff. I’ll cling on to these particular joys for as long as possible!
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Most certainly Matthew!
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I particularly liked your ‘Under sun’s slow arc‘ – it reminds me about the long, long days in the summer, especially in Scotland. Enjoy, Matthew!
(meanwhile, us southern hemisphere people find this a little chilly at the moment)
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I need to make the most of my temporary (and short-lived) adnatge over you while I can, Chris!😆
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