
Heat
Heat, and the air refuses to flex.
The plants are bruised green,
and invisible birds cry out
as the sun curdles the sky.
Heat, in planks of sunlight,
and not a shadow anywhere,
and I’m enthralled by the sound
of ice cubes in lemon tea.
Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “enthralled” Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.

Leave a reply to Perpetua Cancel reply