Summer of ’74

Summer of ’74

It was spitting rain
in the heavy morning air
Big fat drops 
Spotting the pavement 
in polka dotted flair
 
Hotter than a stolen tamale
That summer of ‘74
Sweltering days passing
slower than molasses
Until you could take it no more
 
Irritable and sweaty
No energy for much
Tempers flared often
Among lovers and kin
who could barely touch
 
Finally, the heavens opened
and we danced in the street
It rained cats and dogs
Seeking vengeance on the sun
Our satisfaction replete
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo
Day 10 - April 10th

Todays Prompt:
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that starts
from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather
phenomenon. You may remember one from growing up, but
if you’re having trouble getting started, perhaps one of these
regional U.S. phrases used to describe warm weather will
inspire you. 


Word Prompt

Vengeance

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  5 comments for “Summer of ’74

  1. April 11, 2019 at 8:40 am

    I can feel the hot sticky heat. It makes me grateful we don’t get that in the UK. Very nicely written. 🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      April 11, 2019 at 9:05 am

      Thank you a Kristian. I appreciate it very much 🙂💕

  2. April 15, 2019 at 10:27 am

    Great imagery and rhythm, Christine.

    • Christine Bolton
      April 15, 2019 at 11:07 am

      Thank you so much for reading Eugenia 🙂

      • April 16, 2019 at 10:37 am

        You’re welcome, Christine.

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