bow of a bamboo boat on a small island

The sun has gone

the sand scorched
heat and absence
our monsoon rains are late this year

and tonight (at last the night)
the dogs will sleep
inside fresh holes

dug to the cool sand
not like this burnt afternoon
dusk, where the sun has gone

(I don’t know)
but her sting
biting still

© Melinda J. Irvine

boat on a Philippine island
Visiting Piagao Island at Nueva Valencia, Guimaras for an eco-camp last weekend — the heat when we first arrived was overwhelming. I was so grateful as the hotness of the day began to recede alongside the sun and tide; and smiled the next morning at the sleeping holes bored into the sand by the island dogs. I too wanted one of those holes.
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Written by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a professional writer, small business owner, and daily blogger — helping real people like you find their voice and share their burning message with the world (and their employees). In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.

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