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  • Writer's pictureMartin Wardley

A wild night

Canvas straining at the demands of the battering gale

Nerves taught, fraught and fighting the urge for flight

The shocking wind, mocking inner anxieties

And silently she screams through poles and pegs

And deep into this restless night

Sheets of driving rain frame the fading scene

Bleating sympathetic tones unto the freezing breeze

Until mist engorges all within her slowly folding arms

And leaves a shattered aftermath in which I count my blessings

And my costs while stood here quite unharmed

6th October 2021

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