ireneintheworld - An End Has A Start






Across George Square bare

skin sizzling: not drowning

in high factors.


Here, summer lands

like a sledgehammer.



Drop everything, Glaswegians

desperately seeking brown

burn red.


Hospitals prepare

people swear – Never again.

How many degrees?


Blisters glisten

skin dries and peels

to squeals of pain.


Bra-less and free

goose-bumps, fever

just in time for autumn.

The End

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