Solo Non-Stop

The shuddering waves hasten the night the fullness of the moon hides behind copious clouds, soon a roar becomes overwhelming amidst the storm as the lashing rain solidifies upon the creaking bow. freezing salty air the siren of the whale’s call enhance his struggles It was then, as if a giant hand sweeps away the tempest when tossed with in its heart, the tigerish rouge is subdued, the lone sailor cries out in prayer as his trembling fingers wipe away the remnants from his Bohemian brow. paper thin egg shell stained ribbons of wooded ply wax candle aglow His prayer was answered suddenly the clouds part and the prominence of starlight shine through, with his compass lost and guiding system kaput he plots his way; sails the furrows of the celestial plough. tears of gratitude aid the swelling ocean waves red sky a warning Entered Sailing Poetry Contest Sponsor Julia Ward Written 2020