The Last Call

He stood on the highest
ground he could find.
Amid a torrent of rain,
and began his final call.
‘This is the last chance,
the very last time.
I know you are out there,
I saw you last night.
I saw your majestic stance.
But even I can’t stop the rain.
This is the last time.
This is the last chance.’
And the last call travelled,
and must have reached somewhere
because a shadow came galloping
over the ditches and through the air.
But when it came to where the boat
had once stood, now it was gone.
The last call had come too late.
And so the shadow turned
and made its way back
towards its fate.

2 thoughts on “The Last Call

  1. When I was a kid I fell in love with Walter De la Mare’s ‘The Listeners.’ This poem was an attempt to echo the excitement of his, though I doubt it succeeded. 🙂

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