(Day 14) Refugee from the past

Those hills that followed behind her

Followed her like a keyhole to a door

And the waves that kissed her feet

Reminded her of long dead cat.

The breeze turned blue

Before whistling like Superman

And the shadows started laughing

Sounding like a noir film.

The stars turned into bush fires

Before declaring wars with the sunrise

And the sand stuck to her hair

Like a refugee from the past

Screaming from the boats

Which droned past her in the distance

And the slight fog which disappeared

As she walked slowly into the waves,

Washing away her demons

Like a Spider cutting away

From it’s own web. 

(Day 14 of NapoWriMo asked us to write in the voice of a superhero. I've done this before

in my first book 'Return to Kemptown' with a piece called 'Forgotten Hero' which can be seen here and while I considered writing another piece maybe in that series, this piece sort of took over

dealing with a very different kind of person)