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Heatwave poem

By Chloe GilholyPublished 5 months ago • 1 min read
Heatwave
Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

Did I pick the wrong week to go on holiday?

I wonder about that. I had a wet Danish Thursday.

Though we took refuge in old castles and boats.

I think we were alright with drinks made with oats.

*

I suppose it's better to be at work with the air conditioner

Then be moaning about ailments to a nurse practitioner

All the constant bottle filling and toilet trips seem never ending

I just feel like I am always melting into a puddle of sweat

*

I guess it's all given my time to stop, think and white

The fan will be turned on full blast all night

Perhaps let my mind unravell and think where next to travel.

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Chloe Gilholy

I live in Oxfordshire. Visited 20+ countries. I've written a couple of poetry books and also published a dystopian novel called Game of Mass Destruction and a horror novella called Heavenly Seas.

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    Written by Chloe Gilholy