for Sadje’s What Do You See? photo prompt.
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Sea still
Water calm
The calm before the storm
Captain frowns
Trawler drifts
Drifts toward the dawn.
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Black clouds
A rising sun
A sky of red and grey
Eerie silence
Deathly quiet
Stillness starts the day
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Then sheeting rain
A blinding light
A silver lightning’s flash
A sudden wind
A roaring noise
The noise of thunder’s crash
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A rapid fall
A dizzy rise
Tipping left then right
Atop a wave
Deep in a trough
God save us from our plight
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The storm abates
The gale subsides
The wind, the waves, the rain
It’s back to work
They’ll work until
Foul weather strikes again.
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Image credit; Johannes Plenio @ Unsplash
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*applause!*
well rendered images, Keith!
<3
David
That’s most kind of you, David.
I love this poem Keith. In so few words you’ve written of the storm, it’s effects and aftermath. Thanks for joining in.
Thanks, Sadje. I rarely attempt poetry, but I thought I’d give it a shot!
You’re most welcome
Nice one. Sailing ships through storms was always a dodgy affair — which s why the Navy needed press gangs.
I had a few choppy rides in my Mirror Dinghy, but nothing like that thank goodness!
This is great Keith. Love it!
I’m pleased, thanks S.S.!
Great descriptions, Keith. 🙂
Thanks so much, Kitty.
Great imagery and well told!
Thank you, Suzette!
Mother Nature in a bad mood
She can’t be cheerful all the time!
Keith strikes again. Really enjoyed!
Haha! Thanks, m’Lady!
I love this Keith you should do poetry more often 💞
Be careful what you wish for, Angela!
I’m looking forward to it 😊
Excellent. You captured the whole of the life of a mariner in a wonderful verse.
that’s really nice of you Mimi, thank you.
You do know how tell a story. Your words made the storm a reality. I think you have been hiding your poetry promise.
I’m delighted it worked Patricia, I might just release it now and again!
Wonderfully done, Keith! I could feel the pitch and roll of the storm, and the relief when it passed! 💞💞💞
Thanks so much Dawn. I was relieved when I finished writing it!
I enjoyed this poem, Keith.