Saturday, 22 May 2010

The Weekend City Summer

The rush of distant noisy cars
Jetwash neighbour you like to bar
Mowers, strimmers just too far
The sound of Summer? Just Har Har

Young Ned's parading around the streets,
Some in cars with thumping beat
Some on foot to thump you'd meet.
In Sun there is but scum in heat.

Intermixed there is a symphony
The birds the bee's and other mysteries
Smell of flowers, Wild and other
Makes your heart and senses flutter

Planes are up there in the sky
making sound in ranges high
A siren filters into hearing,
What accident is it fleeing.

You sit in sunlight on your seat
The breeze is heaven in the heat
No peace and quiet will you get
In the weekend city summer.


  1. Ha! Love this. And that you made your angst into something pretty :) Well done, you!

  2. You made summer so palpable, I wiped sweat from my brow. Very evocative.