Apocalypse Poem by Phil Ward

Mummy, why is the wind so strong?
It’s blowing the trees over along the lane,
And the rain is so hard the drain overflowed,
In next door’s yard and the front doors come open again.
Kaboom...... _________

An hour before we ran through the door of our house,
Afraid of the sky and why?
It was red, not just red but crimson red,
But the weatherman said it would be sunny,
And that’s funny because it was a lie.

She said get on the floor, I answered what for?
There where the newspaper lay unread by the door,
The date was the twenty first and she cursed,
And I lay in dread at the sky that bled overhead,

Mummy I’m scared and she stared, at me,
And I could see she cared for me and we shared each other’s unknowing.
For ages we hid from the storm to keep warm,
The weather’s so bad the world has gone mad.

It was nearly Christmas two thousand and twelve,
We’d just bought ourselves,
Decorations in preparation for the big day,
And I wanted to stay for the nativity play,
But we had to return,
Mum was concerned.

So here we lay,
Together we’ll stay,
Till the storm goes away,
Oh I hate it today.

Is this the end of the world I said?
And she nodded her head,
And I cried.

Mummy, why is the wind so strong?


Philip L Ward ©