The Howling

howling wind 1The wind whips across the water,
Slashing and crashing
Against the hulls of all berthed vessels,
Bashing and thrashing
Against their mooring ropes,
They struggle to break free from the onslaught.
Whistlings in the rigging,
All of the same shrill tone
Echo eerily round the basin.

On the higher banks, trees bend to the wind’s will,
Birds try valiantly to stay on their winged course
As others seek shelter on low ground.
Spiked rain cuts into our faces
As we walk against the flow making for Home.
The cold creeps through
Our coats, hats and gloves,
Into our bodies, almost freezing
The blood in our veins
As we try to keep upright
Against the bitter wind.
Finally on board,
The Howling rockets and richochets around us,
Swaying us, swinging us,
Blowing us one way, then the other,
Trapped in a whirlpool of
Boiling water which is actually
Icy cold.
In slippers, fingerless gloves and blankets
We huddle together,
A sorry trio determined
Not to let the elements win.
Gradually warmth spreads to our fingertips,
Seeping into our bellies
And the raw redness
Of our skin fades,
Replaced by a healthy glow.
We smile.
hot tea
Thank heavens for the miracle of hot tea.

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to The Howling

  1. scifihammy says:

    Sounds like you certainly earned your cuppa after that eventful walk 🙂 Nice images in your poem 🙂

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