



Hello Poetry Lovers
So who remembers that relentless summer of ‘76?! Most of us, I bet. That three weeks in July of scalding temperatures and droughts. That picture of me above said it all!
Not being a great fan of the heat, I thought I’d buried it, but clever poet Sharon Andrews gave the most wonderful prompt this week Where had Summer gone? And 1976 came flooding back…….
I remember that heatwave sloped off as quickly as it had come. I’ve tried to put this over in the piece below. Read on…..

Where Had Summer Gone?
Where had summer gone?
They asked after the relentless
heatwave of ‘76

Had it melted into badly paid
summer jobs and other heartaches?
Swallowed up by lost loves

and the Italian boys on the street?
Half lagers in the Castle pub
while sneering at punks ?

All that remained was red peeling
skin on tired shoulders

And a nagging hosepipe ban
It simply merged into an indolent
August
And crept away as fast as it came

Wasn’t that a great prompt?! Please keep them coming, Sharon. Thank you for that.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back real soon……





It certainly was hot and endless, as your poem nicely conveys. But then ’75 was too, wasn’t it; just not as long. I love that photo of the three of you looking thoroughly miserable!
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Thank you. That image kind of summed up that particular era. The Queen Vic pub! Now a Tesco. Don’t talk to me about 1975 – went to France. People fainting from heat all over the place! X
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It was hot , hot , hot ! 🔥🔥🔥
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