Under Pressure (Poem-A-Day 18)

Sunny dayFor today’s prompt, write a weather poem. A weather poem can be a poem about a hurricane or tornado; it can be a poem about the weatherperson; it can be a poem about forgetting an umbrella on a rainy day; it can be big; it can be small; etc.

High Pressure

When a dry dome
Slams high pressure
Squeezing my skull
Bright and burning
And the sun oppresses
Exposed skin bubbling
Curling like bacon
Eyes aching from light
Still air clinging
Like an infection
Give me a cloudy morning
To sleep in and a rainy day
To wash it all away

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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