Midnight Sun

I poured the sun
out of your squared bottle,
and drank it in circles.

I freed the sun
from your monochromes,
washed it in rainbows,
ran its rays down my spine,
bathed my hips and thighs in heat…

I loved the sun at the witching hour.
It was hot,
hot and summer-sweet on my tongue.


This was an accidental photo. I’ve no idea what it might be. But the moment I saw it, I knew it was meant for my Summer Solstice post.

Linked to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and the Imaginary Garden.


59 thoughts on “Midnight Sun

  1. This is purely gorgeous, Magaly. I can feel the pour of that secret sun, a genie in a bottle that freed grants wishes without even being asked. I especially love the first and last stanzas, with their sonorous, lyric voice. Thanks so much for starting off a weekend which desperately needs to kick ass.

  2. Oh the glory of all that beauty released and free to do it’s thing. Rock on sunshine, and don’t let people tell you where to glow.

    • Around here there are some who are not crazy about the sun. My skin, for instance, lol! I love the early or late sun rays. But when things get too hot, I must unholster my parasol

  3. Ah, the passion flows through your words in the most delicate manner. It creates the image of a light happiness of life, as enabled by the heat of the sun.

  4. How exceptionally imaginative. I wish I could see the world through your eyes for one day.
    I am so envious of your opening line. So evocative.

    • For a second there, I was like, “What in the world is she talking about?” Then I remember the caption under the picture. LOL!

      No mimosas in my wee garden, but I love them… so I will will pretend that it is one. 😀

  5. Happy belated solstice to you! It is 94F here today. too darn hot. Will be glad when then winter comes. I love the image of the midnight sun and you pouring dreams from that bottle. Truly beautiful.

    • Thank you. And happiest belated Summer Solstice to you, too. We are getting pretty comfy temperatures at the moment. Tomorrow is that even supposed to kiss 80 (my Piano Man is celebrating the cool).

  6. I love the opening lines of squares and circles, Magaly, and the lines:
    ‘I freed the sun
    from your monochromes,
    washed it in rainbows’.
    Once I’m free from monotonous exam marking, I’m going to escape into that sun!

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