The Prisoner's Letter (May 29, 2016)

If

You're reading

This.

Then

My muse has escaped

From this inferno

Of Hell

On Earth.

How

I don't know.

But

She has.

As

I write this

On a scrap piece

Of paper

Lying nearby.

Not knowing

The next time

I can write.

If

At all.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: An exercise, to break up, my writer's block, caused by, the nasty heat wave that has southern Ontario, under it's grip, for the past week and showing, now signs of letting up, soon.

Melting (May 27, 2016)

Every year

It catches us

Unaware.

As if

It's the first time

For this

To happen.

As people rush

To strip down

Their body

Bare.

In a respectable fashion.

Seeking out

Their favour altar

To roast themselves

In various shades

Of cancerous tan.

Others

Hide-away

In the coolest

And darkest spot

Possible

Without A/C.

Their bodies

Give off

A pale bio-luminance glow

With their pasty looks.

Rest of us

Broil away

In the sweltering heat.

Praying

To whatever God/dess

For relief.

As the first heatwave

Grips the land

Without any sign

Of easing up

Any time soon.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Written, while waiting for my various medical appointments, this morning.