Summertime

SSSHHHH... the sun is still here!!! This brain is intoxicated from three days of tanning,turning over on the blanket and actually breaking a sweat from the heat. I think there may have been about twenty days in the last 12 years that I have actually felt that warm from the sun. "Long may she run"

Flashbacks of summers past suddenly jump into mind. The eyes are blinded by all the bright coloured clothing that suddenly seeps it's way into the Galway canvas as grey woolies are tossed aside (but never put away).Murmurs of barbeques,open air parties, Film Fleadh, Project'06, Arts Festival waft from lips of many sipping and sitting at a sunny tables on Quay street.

I have a June related poem:




Lingering

It is early June
and the room is
filled with the scent of
shrub roses;
pink, red

left in a vase;
a plastic soda bottle
you'd crudely cut,
carefully placed
on the dinner table.

It is early June;
and the first day
since you've returned
to London.

The rose petals slip
from their flower
and still, it is you
I smell.


Theresa Daly