Friday, 15 June 2012

June 2012. A true story











Towards the end of every May
I put my winter boots away.
Knowing that summer's coming soon
(And no-one wears their boots in June).

I get my sandals out instead
And paint my toenails cherry red
And wait for summer to resume.
(For I cannot wear my boots in June.)

Last night, the rain came down in buckets.
At last I flipped. And thought - oh, f*** it -
I'm hardly asking for the moon!
( I've put my boots back on. In June.)
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26 comments:

  1. Paula RC15 June 2012 at 19:11

    Wonderful, wonderful... I've been buying long cotton shirts and fancy waistcoats to wear with my new cropped jeans... All are sill in the cupboard because I feel too cold to wear them.

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    1. Frances Garrood16 June 2012 at 13:27

      Dreary, isn't it? I am sick sick sick of winter clothes!

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  2. English Rider15 June 2012 at 20:09

    It's got the rhythm of Robert Louis Stevenson's childhood verses.

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    1. Frances Garrood16 June 2012 at 13:28

      I think I must have had "in winter, I get up at night..." in mind when I wrote it - you're right!

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  3. Patsy15 June 2012 at 20:15

    I like it (your poem, not the weather)

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    1. Frances Garrood16 June 2012 at 13:29

      But let's hope it cheers up for your wedding!

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    2. Patsy16 June 2012 at 21:15

      It will! (or at least, it's unlikely to be much worse)

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  4. Scrappy Grams15 June 2012 at 22:16

    1st time here...I will be back. I came from Librarian who recommended your book Dead Ernest.
    love your poem :)

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  5. Joanna16 June 2012 at 06:44

    This resonates with me. It takes a lot to part me from my boots. At least the rain gives me an excuse to keep on wearing them.
    I love your brilliant poem.

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    1. Frances Garrood16 June 2012 at 13:32

      Thanks, Joanna. I love my boots, too, but I also love my sandals...

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  6. Teresa Ashby16 June 2012 at 08:46

    I love it! Not the weather - your poem! x

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  7. Maggie May16 June 2012 at 12:44

    I love your poem too - and it's still raining!

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  8. Frances Garrood16 June 2012 at 13:34

    Thanks, Maggie. Not raining here. Blowing a gale instead. Sigh.

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  9. Graham Edwards16 June 2012 at 15:31

    What an absolutely WONDERFUL poem. I love it. Please please please may I use it (with full attribute linking of course!).

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  10. Frances Garrood16 June 2012 at 16:41

    I'd be honoured,GB. Extra Brownie points if you mention my books!

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    1. Graham Edwards16 June 2012 at 16:51

      I wrote a post on Dead Ernest a few days ago. I had intended to drop you an email but it's still on the 'to do' list.

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    2. Frances Garrood16 June 2012 at 19:09

      Thank you kindly, GB.

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  11. Colette McCormick17 June 2012 at 08:17

    My boots are back on too.

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  12. Frances Garrood17 June 2012 at 09:03

    Depressing, isn't it, Colette? I've had to have mine re-heeled.

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  13. Rosemary Gemmell17 June 2012 at 09:10

    Now that's very timely as I was just getting my favourite boots back out the box on Friday! Great little rhyme.

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    1. Frances Garrood18 June 2012 at 09:50

      I put my sandals on (cautiously) yesterday, and the weaher wasn't too bad, but I still have the boots to hand (so to speak).

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  14. Deborah Swift17 June 2012 at 17:55

    Nice rhyme. I've got my goretex mac on too.

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    1. Frances Garrood18 June 2012 at 09:51

      Thanks, Dee. I just wear my tatty old anorak again. And again. And.... (you get the picture!).

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  15. Writer Pat Newcombe18 June 2012 at 15:22

    Lovely! Nice little cheery bit of rhyme, Frances. At least it made me smile :) even if the rain never seems to stop!

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    1. Frances Garrood18 June 2012 at 17:05

      I'm glad it made you happy, Pat. Now all we need is some SUN (actually, I think I glimpsed it yesterday. Just).

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