A Scorcher: A Savvy Poem

Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSavvy Poems

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I emerge from the edge of your denseness,

and keep on moving, only stopping when

I reach the space in which the tip of the sun’s

longest ray reaches me to tap upon my head.

In solidarity with this friendliest of touches,,

I become a bright-orange glow, shining back

at you –  hot, hot, hot and …………..scorching!

copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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