Before the Wind
she races through the moonless night.
Fear rises with the wailing wind.
Wave-battered timbers groan.
Sea drenched ghosts reel and strain,
trying to make all fast.
block out the guiding stars.
The seaweed tang
screams of sanctuary.
Red and green eyes blink in the dark.
Copyright © Catherine Lang 2014
Catherine Lang has enjoyed creative writing since her teens and is a founder member of the Ayrshire female writers group, LiterEight.