The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 515 ~ #Poetry

Small children with gaily painted masks
Storm the sweet shop, the blinds are down
They climb over the counter
The floor is strewn with sweets
Their goody bags full to bursting
An enormous surge of wind
Blows a sandstorm through town
I stood with my mouth open, dry
Watching the children rush from the shop
To be picked up by a gust of wind
They now look like coloured balloons
That someone has let go of
I send my thoughts skyward
Hoping they will land safely…

© Anita Dawes 2021