Wayward Weather

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #386

Words:  glazed, wail, will, box, name, wheel, rain, snap, frame, white, depends, bait

White sails snap
at frame of boat.
They are out too
far. Weather quickly
changes its mind, as
it will. Sunny sky
begins to veil gray.
A wail of wind ensues,
opening skies to rain.
She knows nothing
about boats. Her living
depends upon a potter’s
wheel, and glazes for
her finished works. He
says her name, reassuring
her that he will get them
to shore. She thinks
she is shark bait. She
worries about Bruno,
their Boxer. Who will
take care of him? Suddenly,
sky blinks, silver stops
falling. A rainbow appears,
and the little sailboat
coasts safely to shore.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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