ivor or ivor.e hogg
Flaming June Fo M' Lady Ernestine - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
The night descends so suddenly.
It’s darker than it ought to be.
Unless I’m wrong the month is June
It’s not supposed to get dark soon
but then again it’s rained all day
from weeping clouds of iron grey.
What happened to the summer sun?
This cold and damp is not much fun.
It makes my old joints ache and creak
although I know I’m not unique.
Arthritis is a malady
which will respond quite readily.
To a good dose of warm sunlight
A month or two would put me right.
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