NaPoWriMo: Day 25 – Summer; where I come from

Today’s featured video resource is this short film featuring a reading of Keats’ “To Autumn,”

And now for today’s prompt . Taking a cue from our video resource for the day, and from Keat’s poem, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that:

  • Is specific to a season
  • Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
  • Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)

Summer, where I come from



Blue- grey steely skies, the face of hell behold

Bid goodbye to the season of cheerful blooms, and

in its wake welcome a ‘dragon spewing fire’;

Promising to scorch and sizzle all in its gaze, save

one- the tree of life! It blooms and grows-

Light amber bulbs transformed to a sweet, sticky

 ripe red – a blessing from the Gods.


Silken smooth sands; burning embers- the parched

earth cries for mercy. But  mercy, there shall be none.

Not, until it burns some more. A hot wind blows, suffocates;

‘Stay indoors,’ it warns, menacingly. The sands rise to the

skies in retaliation. The parched land awaits  resurrection;

Will life return? A dead man’s haunting silence  in the wind-

gone away are the sandpipers, the snipes, the stints and-


the plovers; the flamingos and the terns.

Withered away the petunias, the spider lilies and

the marigolds but stay the bougainvillea, sturdy and strong.

Barren streets, no screeching of horns, no laughter,

of children or screaming parents behind. The forsaken land

on which the camels walk, bakes in the searing furnace;

the oasis a mirage. Can there be no clemency?

When will winter come? When will life return?


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2 responses to “NaPoWriMo: Day 25 – Summer; where I come from”

  1. Andrea Stephenson Avatar

    Since summer isn’t my favourite season, it was refreshing to read something about summer that was unexpected – not praise of its virtues but a description of its challenges!


    1. Smitha V Avatar

      Ha ha…the blistering heat…I can’t understand people running to the beach to ‘burn’ themselves. I love Spring but Summer isn’t my favourite too.

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