Waiting on the day to finally end Dragging its heels like a cranky child As we’re cooking, sitting in the smothering sun Heat on our backs like a dragon’s yawn Glare roasting our newly born eyes Shoulders already crowning scarlet Shaded meekly behind wilting umbrellas Or palms turned up in surrender Dreaming of the water, salt and the viscous scent of sunscreen Gripped by entropic lethargy Deep in our season of discomfort Hair catching, make up running, skewed in disarray Abandoning the hounds of glamour for fox survival Blistered feet in those new Choos Exhaustion frying nerves always Watching for fire Watching for fire Dry as salted caramel sand baking toes and heels Molten metal branding fingers And every song mocking us, praising tropical comfort Serenading life under the stars Blissful ignorance of everyday charring Demented, paying for our inherited sins... Red Centre haunting urban wonderlands Restlessness circling us like a wild dog Rest flies off, sleep is in the wind Only the cold blooded belly dwellers cheer for the burn of it While we, we smell the smoke Waiting on the day to finally end Dragging us with it into the soup of our summer night Evermore dizzily this side of the equator Life in sweat, in the halo bursts of migraine visionaries Enduring it with sardonic contemplation Our everyday southern land heatwave In the sprawling, abandoned Sleep stained slick of our Summertime
Summer in Australia is demented. I’m not built for this weather, where’s the ice cream!
An orange sun shimmering with heat Blankets its cloud all over our heads Your eyes fill with wonder and stars Gazing at the trees unevenly spread We talk of fantasies and breathless sighs And romance we have never known While all the butterflies vibrate with ecstasy And the sky, into our heads, is sewn
Little crystals melt on our tongues Honey dripped bees infect our sights Faintly, on the other side of the desert Our threat awaits, patient as night Orange sun begins to paint the world As leaves fall like words murmured Buzzing hummingbirds cry out in alarm And the edge of our vision is blurred
This muggy, sultry sun is no fun: Longest sustained heatwave for over forty years. Suffocating Sahara with Death Valley cracks In the dry arid soil.
My electric fan shattered with a power surge Into fragmented plastic shards. I so miss it now. It’s oppressively tropical, With volcanic heat And Pressure bearing down on us. The clammy mugginess of a sauna. Not the clean dry air you find abroad, Yet still that remorseless torrid scorching, Roasting and toasting. Just too much.
Hot air clothed in humid moisture, Stuffy and sweaty, Steaming to a haze And later Thunder storms.
I long for a cool brew To freeze my throat And quench my raging thirst: Ice cool, ice cool, ice cool. I’m sure not talking Of tea.