Day 13 Creations:
Today’s Bad Poet prompt was weather.
“Go inside!
To the bathroom!”
Wind whipping his long hair
Tornado siren blaring
But we didn’t,
my brother and me
We peeked
hearts racing
watching Dad in the yard
Eyes to the sky
We watched for an eternity
Eyes switching
from sky
to Dad
and back again
until the siren stopped
until the winds slowed
until Dad walked back
towards the house
Eyes to the ground
Back Story
The start of the poem came to mind almost immediately. Dad died back in 2011. I remember this happening. Him telling us to go to that single stall, stinky not-even-half bathroom that was the only room in the house without windows. The last line is potential fiction. I cried while writing this…