Eunice Poem by David Wood

An angry Eunice came to the marina
This morning tossing yacht against
Yacht as their moorings were tested.

The wind blew as the spring tide rushed
In with wild foaming spray whipped up
With gusts of 75 miles-an-hour hitting
Your face as you crossed the bridge.

Few cars were on the road, fewer people
Walking around the marina, in fact only a
Hand full. The river the highest I've ever
Seen it, with more flooding upstream.

The usual blizzard of sea gulls climbing
And then swooping were absent, just as
Are the cormorants. Lonely pigeons took

Shelter in recessed doorways looking
Confused and hungry. Eunice came with
A vengeance and will soon go. It is a
Reminder that the climate is changing.

A wakeup call to politicians to get their
Finger out and tackle it because after
COP26, all we have heard is blah, blah,
Blah.