You don’t have to live in the Mediterranean to be inspired by its architecture and allowing the outdoors indoors.
A really fun prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today: to write ‘echo poetry’. An Echo Verse is a poem where the last word or syllable in a line is repeated or echoed underneath to form a rhyming liner. My attempt below is just a quick sprint, inspired by conversations between my parents (and of course the first line of a poem by T.E. Brown). But there are some far more wonderful examples linked up to the site, both funny and thoughtful, so I strongly urge you to check them out.
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Even in a heat wave, there’s bliss to be found.
Ferns, palm-shade, pool to cool us down…
Flowers burst forth in coloured refrain.
Oh, you’re such a philistine and bore!
The snow isn’t here yet, it’s just miserable and grey. So let’s escape into summer with these inspiring pictures of gardens, terraces and patios.
Or maybe we should contemplate moving to the Southern Hemisphere. I once knew a university professor who was teaching in Brazil September to February, London March to June and spending the summers in Italy…
Summer at last and the heat is going to our heads over at dVerse Poets Pub. Here is a remembrance of things past and a vision of things future.
Our summers no longer the buzz-filled lolling
in hay mounds
or stooping for details
and blow-squeak through grass stalks.
No more lifting our gaze for cloud-naming, tongue-hopping,
when laid-back wonders were open to all
and the neighbours’ cherries the sweetest by far.
Now lazy means each one tucked snug on our planet
in a bubble of tablets and phones,
convinced we’re connecting
enthralled to go global
we feel the roar and hum of the entire world in our palms.
While bees expire by installments around us…