Crimson Dawn

Crimson Dawn

Water lapping at the bow,
and now we sway to and fro.
Crash. The boom of thunder
follows an illuminated sky.

The warning went by ignored,
our dawn contained the crimson light.
With lowered gaze we sailed through,
in search of waters calm delight.

Now we work to steady our ride,
ropes pulled taut by a violent roll.
Future cautions will not be ignored,
should we survive this harrowing night.

71 words. A writer's cramp entry. The prompt is to write a story or poem about a storm at sea during daylight hours, without using the words grey/gray or sea.