Hot Enough To Sear A Simian’s Seat #poetry

It’s baking here in the south east of England, up into the middle thirties for the fourth day running and, absent a thunderstorm, will remain so until Friday at least. Even Dog’s searching for water

So here’s a gloomy little sonnet to light you on your way. And for anyone reading this in the Southern Hemisphere, bully for you. If your spring foretells what this sonnet anticipates, it’s going to be grim

A Springless Future

Cold Jack, content and job well done, creeps home

Allowing Spring her turn to warm the earth.

Crocus tongues push out through softening loam

As glass-eyed shepherds watch their flock give birth.

We, unplucked youth, prime cocked with urgent sap,

Feel the tug of Nature’s call to breed.

Like sheep, we follow Her bewitching map

To plant, in fertile earth, our febrile seed.

Yet somewhere Nature’s diverse scheme is lost;

Our black-fuelled lust sears seasons into one.

Our greed neuters Jack; he’s become a ghost,

Sharp fingers culled by a remorseless sun.

Why should our lambs breed, after this breach of trust?

We’ve fried this once green Earth, turning it to dust.

Some, of course, are born for the heat…

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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41 Responses to Hot Enough To Sear A Simian’s Seat #poetry

  1. Let’s hope we get the storms tomorrow.

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  2. I quite like this one – very apt! In my tiny corner of the SH we swing between bitter cold and balmy days – but Covid is mysteriously back in Auckland and we stand poised to reenter lockdown …..

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    • TanGental says:

      Your health minister was on the the Beeb yesterday extolling the zero covid policy as an option for us. I think he’s forgetting one essential. A competent administration to run it. Hope you nip it in the nodules. At least you are pretty much as far away as you can get from it.

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  3. Haha, very witty, Mr Le Pard. It is only 11 August today, so technically winter, and my garden is bursting with blossoms. The world has gone quite mad and I had to think what our summer will be like.

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  4. JT Twissel says:

    So sorry – I do hate the days of relentless sun (at least they are getting shorter.) September and October are our months of dry heat and wildfires and I’m not looking forward to them at all. Last year was horrifying.

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  5. Erika says:

    This is indeed unusual for England, but Miss Vicky loves it, of course. I am hoping for a thunderstorm over here too but nothing! Let’s hope for a good rain soon!

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  6. Elizabeth says:

    Only the tortoise would appreciate the heat so I am glad you featured her again!

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  7. I feel for you but have to say we are forecasted to have 40C degrees or above for the next five days. We have had 29 days so far above 37C degrees.

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  8. As much as I do love the summer, I cannot wait for some thunder storms and rain. We aren’t used to such warm weather and haven’t got the systems in place to cope (such as air conditioning). If this isn’t a sign of global warming, I don’t know what is… 🌺🌸

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  9. Suzanne says:

    I will send you some, quick post. Just be careful and don’t open it all at once.

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  10. Widdershins says:

    ‘…black-fueled lust…’ very apropos. 😦

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  11. Wonderful words! I hope you are now getting a little of the rain that has finally reached us up in the Midlands 🙂

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  12. noelleg44 says:

    At least you have the heat in limited quantities – we have been in the 30s for over a month, with accompanying humidity. I can remember living without A/C in New England, but down here it’s impossible. We tried it and things got moldy!

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    • TanGental says:

      I know the feeling. There was a tv programme years ago, looking at how other countries did adverts. An American deodorant advert had this hunky hairless man, with his spray can, looking out at snow, uttering the memorable couplet ‘it may be winter outside but it’s always August under your armpits’ as he sprayed liberally. I imagine that must be in Maine…


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