Within the Windstorm

Within the Windstorm Abandoned marred boats rhythmically rock, drifting afloat violet waves. Creaking piers extend into obscure depths of mauve fog shrouding a luminous moon. Platforms composed of uneven splintering boards crack with heaviness. Railings arranged into symmetry moisten. Rampant moss blankets submerged wooden pillars, vegetation slurps skeleton wood. Foundations resist intruding tides smacking and recoiling into tubular dissipation. Metallic lampposts illuminate circular arenas on damp dense surfaces where anglers concentrate, brooding the catch. Proficient callused hands, meticulous dirt stained digits clasp contrasting carbon tools, flexible fishing rods, bending fiberglass poles. Single-fiber monofilament lines bend and sway guiding lures. Indented fingertips press on steady lines, anticipating bouncing nuances. Rusty reddish brown hooks puncture squirming worms and rubber fish, wiggling underneath rippling waves. Man braces backward reeling in a struggling aquatic beast. Scales shed during frantic efforts of escape. Gills heave, materializing clouds of blood merging into bacterial sea. Distant cyclones circulate, approaching anglers with intruding vigor. Deteriorating rocks clinch persistent waters, spewing foam on dewy shore. Fleshy clouds hover toward hunting men wearing dim raincoats. Electric discharges correspond between sullen gases. Jagged flashes brighten and diminish; fiery crackling bolts vibrate ancient sea. Luminosity digs pores on rough faces gazing toward watery abyss. Stenches of salt and algae sting senses. Seagull feathers float into dance as wet crimson leaves fold, flap, tear. Dripping grass blades curl sheepishly. Black passerines carve breeze: outstretched wings, edaciouscaws, piercing claws. Pine trees quiver, slender branches snap, bleeding orange flowers twitch. Rain copiously whips through a blotted horizon. Remnants of malicious storms boom thunderous guffaws.