Es la mañana llena de tempestad en el corazón del verano
The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer,
the heat bears us upwards, as if on thermals we circle the sunspots seeking out the dark greens that lurk around arable edges and spread out a fine old linen cloth serves as seat and table set with glass and paper plates that slip down distracted laps with talk of love's minor mishaps and sweet memories chosen to relish the tangy taste of strawberry fields of wheat yield their ears to skylarks riding on high bobbed notes against a contrapuntal insect drone of voices soporific in a postprandial fade out to embrace and pensive pauses ruminating on volatile scents of grass crushed beneath us - then arousal to sudden thunder crash over the nearby town hails an impromptu tempering of mood indigo clouds block the heat and heavy drops hasten on a frenzied round-up of picnic litter and leftovers of love in the afternoon, the summer is full of storm and a boundary tree holds a canopy aloft until its passing
© Laura Granby 2015
Keeping it simple for this Sunday’s look in the Poetry Pantry
36 thoughts on “full of storm”
So evocative, Laura. A fine piece of work indeed.
thank you Tish – summoning memories of summer on a bleak gusty day here
A brave effort on your part, Laura. It’s just dank and dreary in Shropshire, completely foiling my last ditch attempt to put in some bulbs.
do your planting indoors in pots and pop them out when the gusts have gone!
Love the wheat fields lending their ears to skylarks…. 🙂
🙂 a momentary yielding to inspiration
lovely images, everything is animated, and the day passes with love
have a good Sunday Laura
ah yes, some good old summer loving goes a long way – same to you Gillena
This is exactly how a summer picnic should be, I really love how you start from Neruda’s words – somehow he always inspire unusual combination.
was inspired to follow his seeming simplicity and discovered how easy it is to overload – thank you!
I love the description of ‘indigo clouds’ also seen in our place in April during norwester, a pre- monsoon activity…some beautiful images here….
weather links us across continents Sumana – appreciate your appreciation 🙂
There is a comfort in this – the shared of experience of sheltering from a storm maybe…i love the accompanying photo also…a little like a cross…and also a peek into the world beyond the gate which you let us see but is happily self contained…
a shared deluge and some happy memories -that simple image is a favourite of mine Jae Rose and was pleased to fit alongside Neruda’s summer storm lead in
plates that slip down distracted laps
with talk of love’s minor mishaps
Ah yes… love is full of minor troubles that lead to mishaps.. we learn so much from it.
Lots of love,
“the course of true love never did run smooth” though it does not have to be a rollercoaster either 😉
Oh those summer storms bring so many things – from the beauty of the skylarks’ songs to the sudden end of a picnic. I enjoyed how this poem focuses on the many details.
when there is time to stop and stare, we see the details 😉
Oh a splendid summer day in heat and possible storm…paper plates sliding down laps…but, ‘fields of wheat yield their ears’ just filled me with glee as I felt right in and amongst the field. Your gift of description of a scene is luscious Laura!
thank you Donna for that lovely word in particular – luscious- goes with with picnic
What a beautiful description. I especially love the indigo clouds and the “leftovers of love.”
reassuring words Sherry – I fear to stray into purple prose!
What I like the most about your poetry is your structure, and attention to how lines form and break apart. They are always a pleasure to read because of this. This poem is no exception.
the breaks seem to develop naturally though worked on letting the third line slip into first of next stanza so thank you for these encouraging words
Lovely images….wheat lending its ears….how that made me smile! In spite of storms, a perfect summer picnic complete with “leftovers of love”. Great work on this and in it. Thanks for a glimpse of summer.
and what a contrast with your winter love poem 🙂
I’m there! Your verse transported me to a warm, pleasant place and time. Thank you!
a far cry from your frosty foliage Beth!
love caught in an afternoon storm..lovely verses..
summed up perfectly Trudessa ❤
I wonder how many have shared that experience and with rain trickling down our cheeks we laugh because we are together. Beautiful poem,
not so much fun alone, that’s true!
This is so lovely (sigh) and so skillfully drawn – each stanza building on the previous one. Beautiful writing.
thank you Wendy for your lovely words
I love the sheltering and storming here in mind, body, heart, and environment. The mood sparks with fire and water. Some leaves of grass are crushed, and possibly other things as well, but I think the couple leave together.
love those summer storms – so tempestuous, like love!
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