THE TEMPEST


Clustered in the habour, like scared children,
The boats tossed and rattled at their moorings.
The waves were torrents of freed demons
Rampaging unabated over cloistered souls.
Scowling clouds gaped, spewing rain
So hard that it cut flesh with cruel pain.
The wind deafened, ripped, smashed, crushed,
Lightening gashed open more weighty clouds,
Nature poured out vengeance on man and beast.
The world seemed wrapped in evil things,
Not even the lighthouse could be seen.
No birds flew, death struck blow after blow.
It was as though prayer could not penetrate
That tempest, till it heard a child in prayer.


Ann Margetson 17 March 1999 ©

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