NaPoWriMo - Day 30 - The final frontier, off prompt and going out with a bang?

Ah! The very last day of NaPoWriMo. Today's prompt is to write a translation. I know no other language enough for that and guessing just from the look or sound of word doesn't cut it for me. I've never really understood translation unless you speak that language. So, I decided to go for an off the wall tragic comedy poem! Maybe I should re-title this The Writer's Last Stand! It is a bit of fun in a macabre sort of way - my humour can be that way! Hope you have enjoyed my month of poetry. I missed a couple of days through (a) forgetfulness and (b) no time, but I've had a lot of fun with the rest.

Deadline

She noticed the smoke (or was it steam?)

wafting through the garden,

but she had a deadline to keep.

On a whim (or was it concern?)

she made a half-hearted move

towards the window to observe.

But she had a deadline to keep

and she returned to the laptop

tap, tapping the keys in urgency.

There was a smell of smoke (or was it…?);

her husband may have lit

that cigarette. Hadn’t he given up?

It was the roaring (or was it a splintering?)

that annoyed her, niggling her mind;

she had a deadline to keep.

The noise penetrated her work space.

Ignoring it she worked fast, so fast that she grew

hot. Sweat was pouring off her.

Then there was shouting (or was it a scream?);

husband downstairs yelling from the door

but she had a deadline to keep.

The sirens were the last straw, how could

she work under these conditions?

Did no one understand the urgency?

She had a deadline to keep for God’s sake!

And as the flames licked at the walls

she tapped her way to the last………