Too Dark

 

{This poem was written in the middle of the 2017 Atlantic Hurricane Season, one of the few for which we have had to resort to plywood, to board up our windows.  I tried to give you a feeling for what it is like, to sit in the dark when the power is out, waiting for the hurricane to come. 

Thinking of all those on the Gulf Coast in the way of Tropical Storm Sally, another super soaker.  And keeping an eye out for whatever the Atlantic may be stirring up.  Yikes!

Thanks for coming by to read!}

 

 

Too dark to see

The fine bouquet

My daughter brings:

An offering.

 

Too dark to see

The blurry words

Upon the page

I’m sworn to read.

 

Too dark to see

The empty gate

Between two solid

Walls, upright.

 

Too dark to see

The details of

My son’s young face

By candlelight.

 

The brightest sun

Shines out of doors.

 

Here in our plywood hell,

We wait to hear

The cyclone’s roar.

 

“Too dark! To Sea!” we yell.

 

Copyright 2017 Andrea LeDew

 

For another mood poem describing the sky, when beyond the horizon there is fire, read Moon Ate the Dark, first published in May 2017 on  Brave and Reckless blog as part of a writing prompt challenge.  Lots of fine poetry to be found there.  For more on hurricanes, try Hurricane Anthology, or #hurricane in the tag cloud below.