Nov 2019
Baking, broiling, blindingly bright, blistering sun,
super scorching, sweltering, sizzling sand
the kabob that is my body searing, skewered
Deceptively blue skies devoid of any deliverance
no cavalry of clouds coming to convey compassion
Rising balloon-like bubbles of hot air
causing distant objects to ripple and dance
shimmering in the atmospheric boil
Falling to my knees, I detect in the distance
glimmering patches of blue and green—Mirage!
A maniacal mime of molten mockery
deriding my dreadful demise
Mark Toney © 2019
super scorching, sweltering, sizzling sand
the kabob that is my body searing, skewered
Deceptively blue skies devoid of any deliverance
no cavalry of clouds coming to convey compassion
Rising balloon-like bubbles of hot air
causing distant objects to ripple and dance
shimmering in the atmospheric boil
Falling to my knees, I detect in the distance
glimmering patches of blue and green—Mirage!
A maniacal mime of molten mockery
deriding my dreadful demise
Mark Toney © 2019
11/19/2019 - Poetry form: Imagism - I wrote "Mirage" using the Imagism style, with a generous portion of alliteration thrown in for good measure. Don't stare at the sun without proper eye protection! - Mark Toney © 2019
