This poem is inspired by the poem by Ann Bonner named, “Night Owl”.

                The Waiting Prince

Night is near.

Storm approaching.

Waves banging the wooden

deserted harbour.

 

Thunder heard in the

distance.

Ships with hangings sails

fleeing.

 

Yet he stands

under the arch

Staring carefully.

Waiting for his bride

To arrive.

 

By Darrell C