Rains of Hell

 

The rain poured

like we had angered the gods

thunder roared

lightning struck the brick and stone facades

of the halls that we sat, enclosed inside

nowhere else to hide

we heard the drumming downpour

and we bunkered down fortified

 

Rain fell

like the end of days

earth transformed to hell

claps of thunder shook the skies

hands covering terrified eyes,

to ward off the blinding lightning strikes

there was nowhere left to run

the barrage had already begun

 

The heavens opened up

but the rains of hell flowed forward

tearing apart safety shells, our magic spells to ward off the untoward

forgotten in a flash

as the rains slash

a thunderous crash

ripping to shreds the happiness

flooding flowerbeds

soaking us in the rain, blood red

or was this pain all just in my head?

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle.

Sat Nav

 

Faces in metal cages

tension headaches as the weather rages

little village, church steeples

air smells of diesel

motorway services a drive through respite

beauty blinks out of sight

as day slowly darkens and fades into night

 

Faces in the brake lights

moving lanes, left to right

like space invaders, back and forth

wait a second, is this road going south or north?

check the sat nav display

is this a detour, or has she lost the way?

double check with Google maps

before our patience decides to snap

 

Off ramp, weather damp

need to stretch, leg cramp!

metal cocoon, will we be there soon?

sat nav silence

she hasn't got a clue

these roads don't exist

or maybe they are new

go straight ahead, but that's the sea

I think this sat nav is trying to kill you and me

 

 

Thanks for reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.

Harbour Town

 

Weather beaten men

salt water scupted skin

appear through salty rain

ghostly apparitions

board boats, ready to take their positions

houses echo with the sounds of night

sleepy villages bathed in moonlight

 

Shady lanes

tree lined, cliffside escapades

don't look down you'll be just fine

quayside promenades

harbour town after dark

golden sands shine

as moonlight gifts them a spark

 

Boats rock on the ocean spray

waves lapping at stony beaches

pebbles mixed with shelled creatures

as the lighthouse guides the way

sea breeze blows in

seagulls stalking

ready to dine

any crumbs you drop will do just fine

 

Mist rolls through

sleepy streets

fog falls over signs that creak

old public houses lost to the sands of time

creepy trees stretch out their limbs

as clouds cover the sky and the moonlight dims

 

And the weather-beaten man returns from sea

telling tales of mythical beasts

as we sit by the quay

legends of the deep

he recalls with glee

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.