“There is no warning rattle at the door.”
It blusters open; sudden, threatening gust,
Sets hearts off-balance, birdlings unsecured,
Alas, the squall uproots, destroys, disrupts.
Unwilling gamers both, yet play we must,
As choices tear our lives asunder hard,
But soul-mates are forever tied, a trust
‘tween best of friends, though now we are apart.
We know not whence tomorrow paths depart,
Or bring to us a happy-ever-after,
Still, day by day, we navigate our charts
on stormy seas, without a clear forecaster.
Our lives still interwoven, thick and thin,
Perchance we’ll find new place to ‘be’ again.
Submissions must be 750 words or fewer. Submissions must be fiction or poetry. You must include the following sentence as the FIRST line in your submission: “There is no warning rattle at the door.” You must also include a reference to the media prompt.