So Comes The Solstice

Shadow loses to light’s gaze

Again sunrise splits us open.

Mind anatomising these days.

They are here, alight alright.

They have never been so big, so long.

They are beckoning, relentless present. 

These days are dropping low on dancefloors

Sickly cocktails and newly cleaned mirrors.

A season of gloss and all that glitters. 

Symbols crashing Get up Bitch!!

It’s Here We Made It To Summertime!! 

It’s Hot Hot Hot We’re In Our Prime!!

In fact we’re halfway through

Sunbed tan lines, wasting days

Dreaming of the Italian blue.