Summer holiday

I remember the day you died

we had been playing all of us
in the garden around the house.
We squeezed in the car for a trip
oh! happy day with my cousins

I remember the day you died

I looked forward to the summers
spending time with your family
you were all like siblings to me
at least, during the holidays

I remember the day you died

we had a tumble, you and I
and our heads banged hard leaving bumps
your head small, you were only two
you shed tears and after we laughed

I remember the day you died

I left you then to stay over
with our grandparents for a while
and that was it
I wouldn’t see you again

That was the day you died

drowned alone in the swimming pool.
The call came through to my grandma
I’d never seen them cry before.
Then the sadness that never left.

I still had the bump on my head
something from you so tangible
I wanted to keep it always
but it went as I knew it would.

Many years have passed little cuz.

I can’t forget the day you died.

by Scooj

For E.K.

It rains

 

Interminable

rain, eroding memories

of warm summers past.

 

by Scooj

It’s coming

 

Summer’s memories

locked away and discarded;

face up to Winter.

 

by Scooj

471. Dean Lane skate park (25)

I haven’t seen any work by this artist before or since I took this photograph. His name is Rusk (or Rusk 1 or One_rusk on Instagram), and this piece is really rather Summery, even though it was sprayed in September this year. We did actually have a nice September.

Rusk, Dean Lane, Bristol, September 2016
Rusk, Dean Lane, Bristol, September 2016

The piece didn’t last long, as nothing does at Dean Lane, but it will remain in my memory, because of its unique subject matter, and also the fact that I don’t know the artist at all. Maybe I will start spotting more of his work as I look around, I hope so.

Last stand

 

This stubborn Summer

reluctant to relinquish

its tenuous grip.

 

by Scooj

Indian Summer

.

Lingering Summer

stay a while longer and know

you are most welcome. 

.
by Scooj

Urban sunset

 

The lowering sun

renders the urban landscape

insignificant.

 

by Scooj

Blanked

 

Twin rod tips watched with

dedication and fragile

anticipation.

 

by Scooj

 

Stinking

 

Summer’s sickly stench

skulks in side streets all set to

assault my senses.

 

by Scooj

Last days…

 

The deceitful sun

warms my back just enough to

keep chill winds at bay.

 

by Scooj