The Flood




The floods are coming to mark an end to my break -
to dream days in my terraced cabin.
I heed the neighbour's warnings and move on out,
lingering on wood-slatted patio - watching
the last one leave.

Still time, I think, to step back in -
still time to gather up my things -
my pencils, brushes and notebooks.

Still time to float.

Feet dangling, I sit on patio edge,
dipping my toes into salty-water
waves slapping.

I'm floating.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool


Inspired by 'Portraitures & Erasures' by Chiwan Choi.
Image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons).

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  1. UnknownJanuary 15, 2019 at 2:15 AM

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    1. UnknownJanuary 15, 2019 at 3:24 AM

      The Floods come because the Bogs been blocked again by your filthy habits!

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