Not By Land

Now the shrieking gale
force winds have eased
now the swirling peaks of
mountainous seas have
dropped, imprisoned travellers
gradually leave the seaside
town immured within
its vast rocky landslides.

Helicopters lift off from
sports fields with groups
from long straggling queues,
fly to the city down south.

Naval ships anchor out
sea beyond the perilously
raised rocky seabed.
Small shallow draft boats
ferry food water portaloos
road repair and building supplies
to shore, ferry travellers
back to fill up ships’ cargo
holds for the journey
to the city down south.

Tears flow of exhaustion fear
sleeplessness anxiety, yet
thankful to leave the constant
aftershocks, the shortages,
relieved to travel to a city
where life flows on in its
accustomed routines.

Previously posted December 2016.

Not By Land

Tourist Resort

At the busy resort
with its sandy beach they
dined on crayfish, abalone.
Drowsy after sea breezes
and seafood feasts they
then slept dreamlessly.

Amidst loud roars, bangs,
jolts, their motel rocked
to and fro, side to side
up and down, on and on.
They pulled on jackets, fell
blearily outside, away from
buildings, lay down on grassy
spaces throughout the ground
shaking night till dawn.

Grim news after dawn told
of shattered buildings, landslides
over roads, wrecked water
mains and sewer, no electricity,
phone connections all down.
Their holiday was frozen in time.

Now gale force winds for
two days lashed the sea
and mountains around them.

Previously posted December 2016

Tourist Resort