Fen

Vast skies a changing canvas:
dark clouds and stormlight
swift- moving, sheeting rain
A dank roof of solid air.

small plants fight their daily battles,
struggling to stay afloat
resisting the creeping pull
of the deep water below.

Each clod of earth a triumph of survival,
hiding between root and stone.
Until the spring floods part leaves
raping fields of loam and clay
to leave a silty wake.
Olivia

"Summer Sucks"

I would like to introduce a new poet - an american female Philip Larkin. Thank you, Fat Sparrow for sharing your stark verse with us

Summer sucks
the life out of me
sweaty Elvis days
too hot to play
four showers a day
and if I had my way
summer would
fuck right off

Fat Sparrow