Overlooking the harbor, a warning song startles
as it breaks the silence. A dead white beam cuts
through mist, and stretches ghostly fingers over
jagged rocks into obsidian.
The eeriness prickles the back of a neck;
feelings of dread bait him into memories…
A weary captain stands astride his schooner
tossed on a tormented sea. Viridian weathered
hands desperately bind canvas sheared by horrific
gales.
A disjointed crack is heard over the tempest,
and he cries out as wood splinters shower him.
He battles nature’s scorn for hours- body broken,
energy spent- mind plagued by inner demons.
Until a single light breaks through the chaos,
and with it; a chance for survival…
An insistent ring from the doorbell brings him from
this reverie. With a heavy sigh, his gaze travels the
beam’s path, and comes to rest on its source.
Thankful prayers whispered for his refuge in the night.
He tosses down the last bite of breakfast,
then answers the door to life anew.
Author notes
Option day 4 - Imagery and metaphor
Sandi Alford
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dream and drudgery, will and wilt, excitement and exhaustion – such a wonderful representation of the clash between, basically, beautiful insanity and platitudinous routine. brilliant exposition
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Awww thank you sweetie, your gracious thoughts have made my day!
blessings, Sandi
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I find this hopeful, that a man can put traumas behind him and seize life. This is fine and active imagery of the storm, with contrast to a peaceful home. Interesting! well done.
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Hi Margaret
I appreciate the read my friend and your great thoughts on this scribble
many blessings,
Sandi
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