It was a hot May.
Sun-squinted,
blistering
Brits burned
like undercooked sausages.
Pricked skins pinked.
Sweat-popped beads
bubbled, glinted
down glistened backs,
rivulets trickled
to
arse cracks.
Its’ rays lanced and braised,
sizzled the summer’s
halcyon air,
grilling desire
to half-baked indifference.
Big Ape Diary 
Ha, this made me smile… I was thinking today how summer started too early, and now, in August, we are having temps like autumn. Not complaining though… gorgeous weather. Love your ending!
This had been sitting in a folder since the last sunny week we had here,3 months ago
nice…great play on the sounds…would love to hear this read..pricked skins pinks…sweat-popped beads bubbled…i like
And as short as the summer has been
Ahhh… know those summer days! Very very cleverly described here. A lot of fun (and torpor!) k.
Written on a hot clammy may night when I couldn’t be bothered extending the metaphors
Love all the sizzling, sweating, grilling going on. It would, however, fry away any desire 😉
Give me the bright winter sun anyday
well now…it feels as though it just got a bit hotter…and the sweat is on its way to my arse….haha…
Of course in Scotland we only know of summer by rumour and word-of-mouth
heh-heh … ‘Brits burned / like undercooked sausages’ … oh yeah 🙂
The curse of the fair skinned northerners
Yep… you wove the heated words of summer beautifully!
Thank ye kindly, 🙂
It’s true, some of us really don’t take to the sun well! Nicely put!
What is this Sun thing you speak of? 🙂
Enjoyed the precise details that all worked to creat that somewhat lazy mood.
Thinking was very much in short supply when I summoned up the energy to jot these lines down 🙂
Great sound throughout. LOVE the ending: “grilling desire to half-baked indifference.”
Thanks for lending your ear 🙂
smiles! lovely!! loved halcyon air…
Thanks muchly for the read and the comment!
everything in this write screams summer even if you hadnt titled it so……nice !
its weird really how humid summer noons …the whirring of ceiling fans ….fans desire….inexplicable really….the logic behind it….
It all melts together in a summer haze…
Oh, Brian, this one made me smile. My two sisters take after my English dad and freckled and burned easily; my mom’s Black Irish roots, brown eyes and hair, came out in me. The pure “pain in the assedness” of it all is clear, especially the pesky sweat running down… to the coin slot!! Great write. Peace, Amy
It was a wee throwaway piece which popped up quickly and made me smile too, so I decided it had a right to life.
Liked this, made me smile, and great ending!
My work here is done, then!
A sensation wrapped in summer love it
Cheers C. A scot writing about summer feels akin to a pensioner writing about teenage love… A vague memory of a mythical distant past.
Well down here on the Wirral we are still soggy a glorious summer or what. all the best