The world is waiting for what comes next;
Even the howling wind holds its breath.
The clouds are black across the sky
And I, with my eyes on the sea below
Watch it boil and recoil as the monster beneath
Twists and turns to escape the grip of the tide
Sucking, pulling, drawing him under,
While the men on deck look on as the sea
Plays its role in helping the whale to flee.
©Denise G Allen, 29 December 2012 09:08