The Storm



On a dour and dismal morning
From the cockpit of our plane,
The clouds looked dark and heavy,
The sky was filled with rain.
We circled once, surveyed the land,
Then flew around again.

“We need to find somewhere to land,”
I said, and shed some height,
“It may be a bit bumpy,
So make sure your seat-belt’s tight.”
My mate, Jim, started panicking;
I somehow thought he might.

“I know you’ll do your best for me,”
Jim blubbered through his tears,
“We’ve been through worse than this,”
I said and tried to quell his fears,
“We’ve known each other how long, now?”
He mumbled, “Many years.”

“That’s right,” I said. I touched his hand,
And gave a gentle squeeze,
“We’ve dealt with far worse weather
And we’ve handled it with ease.”
He smiled and whispered timidly,
“Just do it once more, please.”

Just then a bolt of lightning
Exploded ‘cross the skies,
It’s not what I expected
And it took me by surprise.
For a moment I was blinded
As the light flashed through my eyes.

And then a clap of thunder came
As loud as it could be,
We even felt it rolling
Like a wave upon the sea.
It shook the plane so much, I fear
I had a little wee.

I thought I heard a mouse squeak
But ’twas only my friend Jim.
“Will we be able to put down?”
The question came from him.
I didn’t have the heart to say
Our chances were quite slim.

And so I took myself in hand,
And, likely tempting fate,
I simply said, “No problem,
We’ve had worse than this lot, mate.”
I hope I sounded confident
Though I didn’t feel so great.

We passed over the woodland
And, keeping our eyes peeled,
Looked far into the distance
And out there, well concealed,
We saw what looked like heaven:
A tarmac landing field.

As I called up the tower
And lined up our approach,
Jim looked at me through squinting eyes
And said, with some reproach,
“Next time I’ll fly commercial
And I might even go coach!”

This was written in response to Kreative Kue 358 published on this site.


13 thoughts on “The Storm

  1. I did spot it! Are you familiar with the English version of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam?

    A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
    A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou
    Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
    Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

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    1. I’m not, I’m afraid. I’ve never really been one for poetry beyond simple rhymes, nonsense and limericks and, being a bear with a very small brain, I am turned off by strange Japanese verse forms and by poems that don’t rhyme. I shall, however, delve into The Rubaiyat and see if I can draw any inspiration from it.

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    1. Thank you. It’s good to know that it’s appreciated.
      Meanwhile, having tried the rhyming plan Carroll used in The Walrus and the Carpenter (don’t tell me you didn’t spot that), where do I go next? Please don’t suggest Kubla Khan; its rhyming plan is tortuous – does it even have one?

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