sweltering summer heat
we sink into midday lethargy
that strange sensation
wanting to move
yet completely unable
puddling into a fleshy porridge
mask our efforts
under the paltry breeze
of folded newspapers
fanning fanning fanning
until the first firefly rises
promising a show
for our front row seats
[Prompt 9: Write a poem using five of ten words provided.]
I enjoy the flow and the story-like unfolding of, “City Cottage.” I didn’t quite, initially, realize the irony of the title but love it-very appropriate. I love the imagery of these people feeling so lazy and sluggish ..” wanting to move but completely unable puddling into a fleshy porridge.” Fantastic description!All the alliteration and imagery of the people fanning, fanning, fanning with newspapers until the first firefly rises- fantastic! This is my choice for the anthology…hope it is yours too!