ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Ipswich where I live on the last day of Autumn was swanning around in 27 degreee heat - the 3rd day of Winter and the temp here dropped to 0.09 degrees. It's cold. My thoughts turned to warm things.

LOG-I–CALL … Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet


The last day of Autumn a heat wave we had
but the first day of winter the cold hit real bad
and a blue frost soon coated each tree and each shrub
and toes were frost bitten and here is the rub -
as the temperatures dropped ‘neath that chill arctic sun
I discovered I’d run out of my Bundy rum.

Well with nothing to warm me, the inner bloke froze
despite woollen socks and Ugg Boots for my toes
Two layers of clothing a doona as well
my butt was still freezing and I longed for hell.
My frozen tongue lingered over the ice cream
but my breath was escaping just like a jet stream.

The third day of winter and I’ve had enough,
roll on spring and summer seems this girl ain’t tough
enough to stand changes to climate – I fear
that perhaps I might emigrate up north this year.
But the thought of the crocs and the stingers and such
not to mention the cyclones – is all a bit much.

I might have to just bite the bullet – desire
is burning within me for a big log fire.

I'm sure that the girls would like to settle on top of the doona and keep you warm I used to put my feet under the dog while sitting in the lounge room, like a hot water bottle.

You are right Neville - Little Elly climbs under the doona to keep herself warm although they both have warm coats on and warm blankets on their beds. Mahalia is too old to climb anywhere these days - being a blue/border cross she has her own thick double coat of soft fur but her Mum has bought her a weatherbeeta coat as well just to make sure she is toasty warm.

Good one Maureen! I must say the cold hasn't reached us yet - the nights are about 12 and the days about 23 - just glorious with no wind!

If I'm going to come up with something based on this week's prompts, it will have to be from the realms of pure fantasy !!

Regards, Shelley

I'll take winter over summer any day...I hate the heat. It's easier to warm up than to get cool. Oh, and nice poem Maureen.
Trish

Hi Maureen
Just as well you don't live too far inland or you'd really have to give the Bundy a work out.
Unlike me you have managed to use most of the Prompts as they should be used.

Terry