Heatwave Central

Does it make me a traitor to the cause
To say…
Are my words stained in ancient curse
If I declare…
Will I be banished to the outer realms
for my freedom to speak?
Am I a hypocrite?
I’ve spent my months, my weeks, my days
demanding it.
And now, I need a reprieve
a moments cooling
s seconds shade…

… Or rain.
Anything to cool the heat
this heatwave is bloody insane
staying cool is all in vain
Scorching Heat all through the day…

An ally to the cause I’m not,
This weather
Is just too
god damn hot.

Karen Hayward ©2018

Image and words

Ever a sky as blue…

Has there ever been a sky painted
so deep a blue as that day
I was sat upon the melting black tar
poking holes for the adults to despair at.
The sun, a ball of magnificent flames
branding his name into the pale skins
of the wild children out from dawn till dusk,
in the days when the street lights kept time
and text messages came in the form
of the smallest children pinging
between playspots through the
Abandoned streets of poverty.

A sky so dark it fiercely roared
so bright it encaptured imaginations
so angry it promised storms
yet no cloud in sight
just the gentle swish of a summers breeze
tickling through the cornfields
and the distant echo of solitude
as we melted into our surroundings,
languid and swollen with inactivity
as we collectively prayed for the rains,
in the form of pennies found for a new hose pipe
or paddling pool, water guns or balloons so we could hydrate our souls.

But I digress into the days canvas
was there ever a sky as blue as that day?
Empty streets scattered with the remains
of the lunchtime rush,
Abandoned, thud – less footballs
crying dolls in plastic buggies with empty bottles
and dry nappies dressed in woolen tights,
bonnets and dresses fiercely wrapped in knitted blankets
… And bikes left foolishly strewn across street corners.

A bike lays abandoned,
shroud in the rose Bush shade
where I retreat for a moments breath
I am five,
I am timid and shy
and yet to learn how to ride.
Was there ever a sky so blue
as that day
no one there to applaud or cheer
or push or balance me
no one there to celebrate my
coming of age.

… Just that roaring blue sky
So deep it embraced my
mind in tender kisses,
etching itself into the recesses
of memory, between the
spearmint mojos and daisy chains ready to be re-painted
in the drop of a moment…

Just me and the whistling heat shimmering
across my horizon dancing between
busy buzzing bees and fluttering delights
Just me and those burning handlebars
beneath soft tender fingers
just me and the scorching seat against bare legs
just me and peddles never known
Just me and that bike.

I forgot to breathe for a millisecond
of time,
as I lost myself in the bikes motion
beneath that roaring sky
So dark I wondered
who had gotten the heavens so angry
So dark I believed the end was imminent
So dark, my inner voice rose
drawn to it’s promises
of magnificent power…

… Has there ever been a sky
so blue, as that day…

Karen Hayward ©2018

Image and words

Summer dreams.

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Skin wore the essence of summer,
Kissed by waves, embraced by currents
A taste of salt and golden glitter.
Hair a tangled web of curls
Yellow weaves of Destiny
ocean eyes deep and fierce.
Those days were our making,
Druid souls seeped in Poseidons kingdom.
Bare foot stamping our mark upon this world,
etched forever into spirits
energised by Helios,
soothed by Selene
caressed upon those shores
by the oceans ebbing love.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
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OPEN SUBMISSIONS FOR POETRY!

The Pearls of Catharsis Times!!

Submissions open!! 

Hey guys and gals, i’m an editor of the Poetry and Quotes section in this great magazine, come check it out and send in your submissions. The theme is ‘Summer and/or environmental degradation’

We are open to submissions, closing date June 25th 2017.

 

You were King and I were the Queen.

You thought it was funny calling my bluff,

I thought I as clever acting all tough. 

Skirt to my arse and cleavage on show,

You said, change the wheel it’s good stuff to know. 

So picked up a tool I pushed and I pulled, 

then battered my eye lids, you wernt easy to fool. 

Your hands on mine the moment was soft, 

till what’s his name appeared and gave a loud cough. 

He followed us here he followed us there,

our moments together were constantly shared. 

But for that moment in the garage of sin,

when I as the Queen and you were the King. 
Karen Hayward ©2016