Summer’s Last
As the seafront echoes to
talk of icecream weather
and how the washing
can wait until the morning
and all-walked-out children
piggyback up the slipway
on crispyskinned parents
who are planning for bedtime,
hemmed in behind the bars
of an offshore windfarm,
awaiting its jailbreak,
Autumn gathers its anvils.
As I type this blog post on a fretty grey September day, I’m very grateful to Harry for sending in such a timely, seasonal poem. I love the way it mixes human behaviours that never change, with the threat of changing weather that can be read both literally and metaphorically.
Harry Gallagher has been published by The Interpreter’s House, Prole, Rebel Poetry, The Linnet’s Wings and many more. His new collection ‘Northern Lights’ is published in November 2017 (Stairwell Books). He performs live regularly up and down the UK. www.harrygallagherpoet.wordpress.com Follow him on Twitter @HarryVegas.
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