Hot as Hades
The temperature spiked
It was 110 degrees
A sweltering heat
and still no sign of a breeze
Flies on the skin
sucking body sweat
Dogs panting loudly
Raindrops not a threat
Overweight citizens
fanning themselves furiously
Too tired to speak and
Going nowhere dubiously
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to DVerse Poets Monday Quadrille
Hosted by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo)
The prompt was "Spiked"
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 Words
excluding the title
Well done, vivid imagery. I can feel the heat.
I can feel the heat..like flies on the skin.
Thanks Grace 🙂
I can feel those flies doing that: “Flies on the skin
sucking body sweat”
🙂 yes Frank
As a Southern Nevada resident, I have felt that heat for many years. I don’t look forward to it again this summer.
Me neither! Thanks for commenting 🙂
This is exactly how it is in the summer! Spot on! 💞
Thank you! It can be like that here too Punam 🙂💕 😅
You are welcome. Ooh! I am already dreading summers. 😅💞
Me too! We just drag ourselves around 😅