Bayou
A full moon
glints through
Swamp Willow
and a reticent
breeze
whispers
its secrets
only to the night
Burning sun
concedes to
a heavy, hanging,
suffocating
atmosphere
as the
cricket chorus
begins
Beaded sweat
gathers quickly
on weary foreheads
and fans rotate
stagnant air
in wretched rooms
Relief
Impossible
Elusive
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Quickly - Word TheDay
Impossible - FOWC
Photo by Mathieu Cheze on Unsplash
Oh so sweet of you Gina 🥰 Thank you!
truly evocative, I felt the stillness that clung
Thank you so much Gina, I dont know how I ended up in the swamp today! ☺️
which ever the environment your poetic skills still dazzle
What an image! I was sweating there, though it’s quite cold where I am.
Ha! Thanks Sadje. Hope it warms up soon for you 🙂💕
I hope so too. You’re welcome 😉