This fool cannot leave fast enough.
NEW PROMPT: The big news (apparently the only news) on the East Coast of the US is Hurricane Florence, who's lashing the Carolina coast as I write this. Write a story or poem about someone evacuating from a hurricane target.
"Fleeing From Florence"
It's steamy on the Eastern shore tonight.
She's angry and she tastes of salty fog.
A quiet's fallen with no birds in sight.
Impatient swells are pregnant with resolve.
Taunt limbs now twist and spinning with the wind,
her branches break with flailing sparks beneath.
She wails in stronger terms; begins to send
some light'ning promises more stiffer teeth.
Expectant, gray light pushes down this beach:
a rising, higher tide begins to form
of something coming just before the breach.
Still hesitant, she wavers 'fore the storm.
And I, a coward to her screaming style
in haste must leave before she squalls awhile!
FORM: Shakespearean Sonnet; meter: iambic pentameter, rhyme: abab;cdcd;efef;gg