A poem by reader Carol Plunkett of Rownhams, inspired by the mini-heatwave.
Escapism
Those little cirrus strips of cloud
Dissecting blue from blue
Their feathered fronds and lozenged loops
Opaque where sky breaks through
Declare a day of dalliance
And dare the drab to dance
They beckon beggars to break free
And leave today to chance
For breath is meant for breathing in
In deep delicious draughts
And eyes should fill to overflow
With thoughts adrift on rafts
Where fingers trail in tranquil streams
Not lost, but time-suspending
Until tomorrow reasserts
This day is never ending
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