It Isn’t Glorious | August 10, 2013

There is no glory in trickling sweat
from forehead, armpit, round your waist
– and crotch
Betrayed by damp, dark armpit patches showing
and sticky, damp underwear felt but not seen
– as yet.

There is no glory in swollen feet
and swollen ankles, swollen wrists
– and swollen expectations
Dampened by sunburned brows,
scorched forearms, bleach-white calves
– and pale shoulder-strap tramlines.

There is no glory in pounding headaches,
leaden limbs, listlessly living
– dragging through the days.
Like waiting for Godot, or a cancelled bus,
or waiting, tea towel in hand, for the fly to land
– the kettle eventually to boil.

There is no glory in salads on salad days,
food with no food value and no virtue
– to recommend it
or, on barbecue evenings, spatula in hand,
standing roasting back and front
– a night of burned horrors.

There is no glory when they report, from a seaside resort
with HD TV glee and joy, “Another glorious day.”
and, in a million homes, mental rocks
are hurled in mental waves
to dash against the sure-line
“Another glorious day.”
delivered without a hint of irony
or empathy with the crestfallen.

It isn’t glorious.
It’s just… hot.



  1. Too true! Love it.

    Comment by hollyannegetspoetic — August 10, 2013 @ 9:46 pm

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