Burning Summer

Bikes and bits brushed back,

Children swept in,

Swaddled in bin bags

And bed linen.

An early induction

In party planning.

Popcorn perfected,

Donkey pinned,

Apples hung and dunked.

Dennis’s much older mouth

Bobbing, devilishly tonguing

Coins from the dish tub.

Then knocking up neighbours,

Labours of home concocted garments

Rewarded by E numbers.

Community congealed around the pyre,

Burning summer.

Light licking months of mischief

The end of liberty,

Caps pulled down.

Dancing with the daemons

Scaring the specter of winter.


One Response to Burning Summer

  1. Lara Atkin says:

    I really like this, Cat. Great images!

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