Posts Tagged ‘heat’

Apologies to anyone who read this on Poet’s Corner, but I wanted to share it with my friends here with the addition of several of my photos.  This poem my response to a challenge from Whimsy Mimsy (http://whimsymimsy.wordpress.com/2013/03/21/group-challenge-prompt-kind-o-thing/) to write a sensual or romantic poem using the words tea, twill, coalesce and plural.  I will repeat my annoyance that WordPress won’t allow formatting without a great deal of effort and a dark background, so my original formatting isn’t here.  Hopefully the content of the poem stands up to the loss.

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Summer Heat

Twill sleeve
brushes my cheek
as I pour your tea.

Love and desire
coalesce like the condensation
on the china lips of the teacups
The plural heats of tea and summer
kiss you.

I follow their example
while the scent of jasmine
wafts gently through the still air.

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What?  Wednesday again?  That means another prompt from Madison Wood’s blog, where writers from all over the world gather to write 100-word responses to a weekly photo.  This week’s photo is from Jan Morrill and it was difficult for me to come up with a story because the picture brought back memories of my trip to Europe in the 70’s and my time in Mykonos.  However, that would be all too ordinary a tale to relate for Friday Fictioneers.  🙂  If you’d like to read more stories (well worth your time), click on the cute little icon at the end of the story, sit back and enjoy the talent on display.

(“Yassou” is “hello” in Greek and thanks to “Bend it Like Beckham” for the title.)

The sun in the brilliant blue sky reflected heat off stark white buildings, making him glad he was secreted in the arbor, shaded by vines with leaves that might end as part of an authentic Greek dinner.  A group of women, dressed somewhat immodestly, swayed along the narrow street.  Tourists. The shapely blonde glanced his way, stopped, smiled slowly, and ducked under the vines.

“Yassou.  You’re cute!”

He didn’t know much English but her tone was unmistakable.  He was in luck. She pressed against him, one hand under his chin, the other moving lower.

“Girls!  Look at this cute donkey!”



I have a love-hate relationships with air conditioning.  These last hot, drought-filled days would have felt impossible without the coolness of the artificial air as well as being literally dangerous to the very young and very old.  (more…)