Skyward Channel

Skyward Channel

"Water-tornado!" I gasped, as it rose toward the sky, whipping
a funnel, taking hold of the sea, and channeling all of it
to eternity. And me in my flip-flops, on the deck of this ship,
eying my killer, searching something to grip when I
realized my folly as 'neath the waves I slipped.

Together the spiraling mists and the waves
order young sailors like me to their graves,
robbers of youth as much as old age.
No apologies. Nature can never be caged,
and the bite of the icy sea is so cold, I
don't believe I will live to grow
old.


103 words

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"The Writer's Cramp"  New prompt: Due Friday 6/27/2014 by Noon
Use the following words in your story/poem, make them bold for tomorrow's judge to see:

flip-flops
sea
ship
bite
water-tornado

All entries must not exceed 1,000 words for stories or 40 lines for poetry. Your word or line count must appear somewhere in your entry post in the Cramp forum.