A note on the empty promise of summer by Hannah Claytor

That bright day in June surprised me when it started raining.
I saw you even though the sun stung my eyes.
Undercover, we ordered that sweet nectar we love so much,
It was nice to watch the rainbow for a while.

Our glass was half full of all that sweet stuff
And that the other half was empty didn’t matter,
We could only taste nectar, you see.
Emptiness doesn’t have any flavour.

When the rain eventually ran dry in August
I couldn’t see the rainbow anymore.
And when the sun began to set,
You became a shadow.

Artwork by Tess Dennison

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