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SUMMER HEAT
Summer heat
on my face
The sky opens up
like a lover's embrace
Violet shadows,
dreams of rain
windows open
to numb of the pain
lizards scamper on
heated stones
monuments aflame
in ancient Rome
ALONE IN THE CITY
Buildings loom like scowling ogres
The streets look desolate and empty
uninviting and daunting
Each foot step sounds metallic
like a hammer hitting an iron bar
echoing in the stark silence
Nobody to exchange words with
Empty bars with no customers
The jukebox is out of order
distant whispers from invisible people
shadows creeping along walls
distant footsteps approaching
then disappearing in the night
I stroll alone in the city
with my heart pounding
alert as a deer venturing from its cover
About the Author: Born in 1961, in Reading. Francis H Powell currently lives in Moret sur Loing, France writing both prose and poetry. He's had four books published as well as poems published in anthologies, for both adults and children. His most recent book is a horror book entitled “Unforgivable”.
He's done poetry readings for Paris Lit up as well as other events.
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