Heavy tide inhales wind
and gasps out chilly salty spray,
tangles tongues with rain,
spattering the windscreen
with Neptune’s saliva.
Waves wallop the sea wall –
no gulls today.
In the dry heat of the car,
a disembodied voice
on the radio mourns
the devastation of last night’s storm.
The car behind sounds its horn.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Verse Escape Friday 55 March 30 2018
This is my first visit to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55. The poem and image she shared have inspired me to re-work a poem I wrote last year.