Quelling of the Orange Roughy - A Short Poetic Thriller

It was a pale blue Sunday

when the walls began to tremble

and heave in and out.

The earth shuddered,

trembled convulsively

beneath a dark portentous

threat.

This Pale Blue Sunday

rendered steadily into murky yellow

until dark strands of orange

knocked at the windows –

shattering the quiet with

with crazy malevolence;

legs of oozing orange

beginning to pour down

the soft candle lit walls.

“The Orange Roughey!”

whispered the air.

Scared awake,

tumult throwing them

from sweet dreams,

Cochma and Binah

shuddered together,

embraced,

feeling the ancient

vibration

roar and tunder

above the covers.