Hi angels,
In honour of my first *early summer* writing group starting tomorrow, I wanted to share a poem I wrote for it. I’ll keep you posted on when the next one is (vibe is: *mermaid midsummer*).
xx
Emily
Heatwaves
A heatwave starts with long naps in the afternoon
Closing of the curtains, avoiding the top floors if you can
Who has a pool? Or a boat?
Should we escape to the sea?
Fans and glistening foreheads
The shops boarded up at noon
We won’t leave until the sun goes down
Linen feels like a breeze and a reprieve
Whites and creams and pastels
Somewhere in an empty piazza
Waving away the cigarette smoke
Do ashes stain?
No, but the smell still lingers
A garden sounds like running away from bumblebees or anything that can get caught in my hair.
The old radio my Nonno plays on the white plastic table.
The dropping of produce into an empty basket.
It’s the start of a new season.
