“heavy air”

Written for:  The Twiglets #187 – “heavy air”

The air hung heavy
over the haunted
black lagoon.

Temperature and humidity
thicken the air
to a heaviness
that weighs upon me
like a hangover.

hangs heavy in air
bees and butterflies slow
July’s relentless heat

A man escaping Florida’s heat
took vacation in Maine as a treat.
He arrived in heat wave
stuck it out several days
then came home with a sense of defeat.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to “heavy air”

  1. poetrybydebi says:

    I like these – the limerick would be my luck, too


  2. Misky says:

    Love your limericks. L.O.V.E.


  3. Jules says:

    Oh, yes… when the insects move slow you know it is hot.
    I remember going to Florida in the winter… and it wasn’t warm at all. Odd that. 😉
    When we can walk through heavy air as if it were a curtain that you can never quite get through –
    That’s sticky humidity!


  4. jazzytower says:

    The fireflies have gone from my garden. I think they’ve been overcome by the heat as well. I noticed this 2 days ago. It’s getting to everyone and everything!
    A nice write!



  5. erbiage says:

    it goes on thick and doesn’t melt. more like cream cheese than butter. *whew*


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