Syrup thick the evening slides in,

through an open window,

past clinking blinds left low.

 

Settled in the heat of floorboards,

today edges towards tonight

uncertain of any other name.

 

Could be Sunday for all its softness,

its lifted underbelly showing

to a glow on the horizon.

 

Even the birds seem distant,

their swooping songs drifting

deeper into the quietness.

 

In other poetry news, guess who finally had time to work out kindle publishing! ‘It’s All In The Blood’ can now be purchased on kindle through the amazon store. Feeling more than a little smug with myself I must say.