Storm Coming

The sea bucks, a breaking horse,
heavy beast rides her back.
Spits flit from the angry waves,
gnash, retreat, gnash, retreat.
White claws threaten from the deep,
dig into the sandbar.
A dark roof darts ghosts
across the skitting curves of the water,
crinkled pane of glass.

The polythene on the mobile homes
flaps and screeches.
Gales lift, my ears thump harder.
Just me and one other soul
brave the scratch of sand
in our teeth, we goad the sea,
and challenge Neptune
to come fly us away.
A nervous ship passes.