A full moon
glints through
Swamp Willow
and a reticent
its secrets
only to the night

Burning sun
concedes to
a heavy, hanging,
as the 
cricket chorus

Beaded sweat
gathers quickly
on weary foreheads
and fans rotate
stagnant air
in wretched rooms

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Quickly - Word TheDay
Impossible - FOWC

Photo by Mathieu Cheze on Unsplash

  7 comments for “Bayou

  1. Christine Bolton
    February 15, 2020 at 10:32 am

    Oh so sweet of you Gina 🥰 Thank you!

  2. February 14, 2020 at 6:04 pm

    truly evocative, I felt the stillness that clung

    • Christine Bolton
      February 14, 2020 at 8:37 pm

      Thank you so much Gina, I dont know how I ended up in the swamp today! ☺️

      • February 14, 2020 at 8:44 pm

        which ever the environment your poetic skills still dazzle

  3. February 14, 2020 at 3:25 pm

    What an image! I was sweating there, though it’s quite cold where I am.

    • Christine Bolton
      February 14, 2020 at 8:34 pm

      Ha! Thanks Sadje. Hope it warms up soon for you 🙂💕

      • February 14, 2020 at 8:35 pm

        I hope so too. You’re welcome 😉

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