The sun’s no hotter

The sun’s no hotter

It’s just the atmosphere
soaking it all in
like a pasty beach body
with no SPF


We slept too long
skin red as a tornado
on doppler or a lobster
boiling in a pot

This is the inheritance
of my angry children—
blisters and pain
in a world inflamed

Written to this week’s Living Poetry Prompt: Heirloom and Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which provided the picture.


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9 Responses to The sun’s no hotter

  1. Annabel says:

    It’s a wonderful modern poem! Loved the pic as well👍

    Liked by 1 person

  2. JeanMarie says:

    Ouch. Pass the aloe

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I love the clever use of the sunburn metaphor as a wake up call re: climate change. Cleverly done!

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  4. Lisa Tomey says:

    How appropriate for these times.

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