Today at D'verse Poetics we are dipping into a summer with Claudia:
"Fata morgana – chimera – mirage – summer heat illusions – you name it, a blend between reality and a short drift into that blurred space that dizzies our brain a bit on days when scorching heat hits heavy from a cloud-less sky–"
I only missed our return to Anglo-Saxon roots form with "Bang, bang, bang, crash" alliteration (more here). I tried to combine the two. I took at trip back to my summers growing up in northern British Columbia where we did a lot of Banging and Crashing!!
Moonshine by moonlight well after midnight we howl
like madmen and make the ground shake.
Crashing our cars and careening off fenceposts
loosing our lunch for the love of the chase.
Wild whiskey weekends at remote country lakes
with stock cars and shotguns and sexy ex-girlfreinds.
We're kids from the country, we have cow-tipping fun.
Rednecks run rampant - we always say Ma'am.
Sunshine soaked summers with tears in our ears
and we Bang and we Bang and we Bang and we Crash!!!!!