Erosive Life Go With The Flow

In the poor visibility
the old Lighthouse stands.
Sun murmurs his usual prayer
'off for the day my dear'.
When the darkness peeps
a beggar tunes his ramshackle lute
and sings his monotonous song.
'where do they come from
and where do they go?
what do they bring
and what do they take away?
Affable dark skinny young woman
whose husband has abandoned her
sit on the wharf and pray anxiously
for her daily bread.
She heard the far away sailing ship dropped her anchor.
It seems that she is very uneasy with her agony
wait until the anchor heaves up quickly
and the kind sailors visit her cursed hut merrily.

by nimal dunuhinga

Comments (4)

Not too sure what this one was about but you have used your creative touch again! Love duncan X
A finely penned insight into a world so different from that of us fortunates. I am taken by the 'ramshackle song' and with the way you play with light and darkness in the creation of this astmospheric, intelligent piece. t x
A fascinating slice of Realism. Beautiful description. Susie.
A very skillfully painted word picture. The sun goes out leaving two needy souls to seek what can be gained from the largely indifferent night. Their music is a mood that will not be denied.. Take care, Nimal. Sandra