Poem
Deryn Rees-Jones
Summer
Summer
Summer
Is a lazy god, and all promises.He says he will never leave,
Was a long time coming
With swallows in his air –
Petulant, weeping.
Waking early one morning
I watch him from the bedroom window
Barefoot on the grass,
Stalking the garden and beside himself
With all the brilliant flowers.
With soft, dry hands he soothes their heavy heads.
My children’s books, too,
That were carelessly left on the lawn all night,
Unread and ruined by the rain.
© 1994, Deryn Rees-Jones
From: The Memory Tray
Publisher: Seren, Bridgend, Wales
From: The Memory Tray
Publisher: Seren, Bridgend, Wales
Deryn Rees-Jones
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1968)
Deryn Rees-Jones was born in Liverpool in 1968. She read English for her undergraduate and Masters degrees at the University of Wales, Bangor. Her anthology Modern Women Poets (Bloodaxe, 2005) was widely praised and followed on from her doctoral research at Birkbeck College, University of London. Presently, Rees-Jones teaches at the University of Liverpool and is the co-founder of its centre fo...
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Summer
Is a lazy god, and all promises.He says he will never leave,
Was a long time coming
With swallows in his air –
Petulant, weeping.
Waking early one morning
I watch him from the bedroom window
Barefoot on the grass,
Stalking the garden and beside himself
With all the brilliant flowers.
With soft, dry hands he soothes their heavy heads.
My children’s books, too,
That were carelessly left on the lawn all night,
Unread and ruined by the rain.
From: The Memory Tray
Summer
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