Thunder booms, undulating over roiling seas
like a stranger growling at the door
Some say it’s the devil’s voice
Driving rain pelts the window
smearing grime in greasy stripes
Lights flicker on and off, on then off
Bolts of lightning strike a small boat
bobbing in the harbor
and set it adrift
A shy boy wanders
down by the rocky shore
to share bread with greedy gulls
Electricity in the air
gives him comfort
A reprieve from his lonely life
Lights at the dispatch center
foreshadow his tragic demise
Transmissions sent fall silent
Snatches of conversation over a radio
Static calls to action are
no match for the devil’s work
Rest easy, Child
May peace await you
in the next life
photo: Olivante Poetry/Pixabay
prompts: The Sunday Whirl, #TastyPoem, Suzanne Olivante Poetry
Intriguing……why did the boy go in the face of a great storm…..?????
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I think he was lonely and in search of an adventure. Trying to embrace that feeling of being alive in an otherwise sad life.
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Perfect words for the image
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Thanks! It was a great photo prompt!
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