You asked
” What is it with wasps in August?”
I had to smile
A hundred philosophers just
got laid off
By a question as delicious
as
a tablespoon of homemade
plum jam.
THE WORLD ON FIRE
Nothing grows….
All dry & dead
The land cries out for water
As if an unseen hand
Like a Saviour could
Pass down a bowl brimming
Silver and
Spilling a liquid reprieve
In a punishing sunlight
Down
To quench burnt grass and baked earth
And
Slake the thirst of a World on fire.
.
Malcolm Paul
.