Sidney Beck Poet Quintain (English)

Into the Storm -- Part 2

INTO    THE   STORM   (PART  2)  (…continuation)

On this ocean we are just a wooden speck
We have no choice, for the wind has us by the tail
Like a dog seizes a rat  and shakes it to break neck.
All sails are in but we are toyed with by the gale:
This struggle may break even, but if we should  fail…….

Near-devoured in the maw of death around her deck
By torrents of  shark-toothed   scends  angered,
We drop into  our grave  every time she is checked: 
The chasms of darkness hold only blackness, watered
And seething  under the  black clouds of fierce hatred.

The decks are steep….stop me reaching the lifeline ahead to the bridge.
Miss the line....oh Jesus   ….no, not now!……I‘m not ready to go!
Slo-mo  sister is waiting…..mother…..dad….the unfinished garden hedge
Swept into  waves……filled nose.…no air….down, blackness…the end….No!
No!  A hand opens the sea and I grab it, spewing water, and bellow….

Mum is holding my hand and asking me what the bellowing is about.     
My bed is warm, sheets are rumpled…..bad dream, fingers a-quiver.           
She asks me about it….I can’t remember….I clutch her hand in doubt.         
My windows clatter  with the wind, she chatters, I believe her  -          
About the storm all night, when  I was sick with a high fever.

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Andrea Dietrich August 28, 2011 at 10:44 PM ps. were you electrocuted too? I was in that basement of my poem!

Andrea Dietrich August 28, 2011 at 10:42 PM wow,I love this page better because we get to see how it ends. I think you should have sent THIS part as your entry to Debs (unless you had asked her to read both parts) I have a poem on here about a man about to die at sea and this reminded me of it, but I can't even tell you where it is because it's way back in my files where nobody can see it anymore.DANG it.

Kabuteng P.Ink K. August 28, 2011 at 1:01 AM And the suspense sure continued on in here! Very gripping write, Sydney! I Sure am glad I headed on to the 2nd part ;) and whew! nightmare and it was when you were a kid...sure seemed real-- again congrats on your win! :D

Phyllis Babcock August 27, 2011 at 1:46 PM This kept me in suspense until the very end. I was not sure which way it would go. Very nice descriptive poem and what a tale you weave. An awesome write and thanks for letting me know about the second part. love phyl