Summer Heat

Nature of the beast

In the crack of my eye I see, as a stealthy cloud slithers by,

Unblemished heaven, broad blue strokes of summer sky.

Bright treasure from  this vault descends to paint, guild, anoint your skin.

Through apple branch motley, light, then shadow, dark then gold again

My perfect languid leopard.  Leapheart, snarl into my arms.

Bite cat! Scratch, scrape, cause endurance of a thousand harms.

Bloody my back, stripe me like a tiger marked, that catlike

I too can join the summer heat, feel hot sun upon me beat

Suffer fang, relish claw, pull you near with every strike

Then gasping, spent, beneath the bough relent,

Rebuild the purse we both have spent.

Drowse in my arms, rest, far too soon this day will end

Far too soon cold autumn night begin.

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Yes, well, my mind went into overdrive. Then I concentrated on the structure. Good unstilted rhymes. Some lovely alliteration ..languid leopard, scratch scrape, bloody my back. A jaunty beat. And a conclusion .... but why no rhyme here? Altogether, nicely done.

[Mrudula Rani]

Cold autumn night seems like pure bliss after ravaged by the attack of summer heat! I hope you do venture out armed with sun- screen.

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks for reading and for your comment.

[Mrudula Rani]

Your poems are unique and wonderful.

[Ana Papaya]

It's not just the heat but the light feeling summer brings, like a bounce in the step. Happiness.
The poem is super, just the right amount of imagination.

[Haley]

i really dig this, dude. your word choice is pure magic. the rhythm and flow only accentuate it further. you did a really fantastic job of painting a picture, at least in my mind. and i definitely got some steamy vibes from this.

[Delmar Cooper]

Thank you for taking the time to comment. I appreciate the feedback.

[red77]

Good work, with possibly a touch of the Metaphysicals in the mix ?

[Delmar Cooper]

If metaphysics are mixed in at all it is like lead in the paint - it won't hurt you as long as you don't gnaw on the woodwork.

[R.E. Ray]

I'm a late reviewer on this poem, Delmar. I won't take your time with repeated praise or interpretations. Still, I applaud you for an impressive work. I'm trying to learn from the more experienced, talent writers on here, and you're certainly among the few. Well done, sir.

[Delmar Cooper]

Good to hear from you. I've seen your stuff and there is nothing I could teach you.

[wordman]

i enjoyed the journey of words

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks for reading and tripping with me.

[wordman]

my pleasure

[CD Campbell]

Very intense. Not going to mention metaphor. Been done. Thought it was one hell of a descriptive ride. CD

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks for reading and for your comment. Strange, I write something, form it up from some unknown substance that congealed in the bottom of my toolbox only to discover by the light of review the stuff was metaphor. I'd of sworn it was epoxy...

[CD Campbell]

I honestly thought you were trying to shove your cat in a crate to take to the vet.

[Delmar Cooper]

You have met my cat. You must have to know him so well.

[Vivian Fisk]

I'd of sworn it was sex....

[Jade]

such a wonderful write, the rhyme and flow. nice job

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks. I read some of your song lyrics. Three or four, the first three or four. Must be nice to be able to make music or make music and set it to words. I cannot play a jukebox and I could not carry a tune in a five gallon bucket.