Photo Image: Courtesy of Willow's Magpie
Every Man for Himself
What was shaping up
What was happening?
What's the panic?
Pandemonium!
We were inundated
Quick, to the fore
The wind was lashing
Waves ten storeys high
The sails fluttered
Torn to bits
It was no match
The winds clawed and lashed
The boat bobbing
Like a cork
Tossed about
In the angry sea
A raging storm
At its worst
Nature against man
The ladies
Someone shouted
Throw them the lifebelts
Give them a lifeline
They would not survive
It was futile
All would not survive!
Inspired by Magpie Tales #73
tragic tale, nice magpie.
ReplyDeleteVery imaginative though tragic. Well written.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
..imaginative thoughts to suit a rather most expressive artwork... i enjoyed it. thanks!(:
ReplyDelete~Kelvin
Strong and foreboding. I like this.
ReplyDeletePowerful.
ReplyDeletePicture matches your poetry:)
excellent!
You paint a matching picture with your words. Well done.
ReplyDelete— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
A true tragedy... well penned.
ReplyDeleteyikes...maybe they all end up on giligans island? no i guess not...yes rather tragic...
ReplyDeleteA sad tale wonderfully told.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I could feel the stress in this piece. At the end I just had to take a deep breath.
ReplyDeleteNicely told!
ReplyDeletePandemonium indeed! I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteI loved "Pandemonium" awesome word. Tragic tale, beautiful magpie
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