Posted in Poetry

In the Midst of Battle

Sea breezes tracking 
Like coastal scouts
Followed by
Angry radar lines
Brawling where they meet
At the front

Raging war of hot air
Throwing spears
Cannon fire
In a volley of ire

Run for cover
Pour the wine
Draw the blind

Rainy season

© Jilly's 2016

Bjorn is tending bar over at dVerse Poet’s Pub tonight
where we are writing quadrilles that include the word ‘breeze.’
Should be a piece of cake, or a …. 🙂
Join us!