She comes with a whisper, that turns to a moan
Full of darkness and anger, that chills to the bone
The demons inside her twist and they tear
Whatever she touches, destroyed without care
In her mouth of destruction she does devour
All before her, that don't bow to her power
She wails, screams, screeches and shrieks
Over flooded valleys, and mountain peaks
Her heartbeat heard in the pounding of the waves
At her center a false calm, before further raves
In her, the fury of hell, a woman rejected
She goes as she came, leaving none unaffected
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Offline) - Published: October 3rd, 2022 07:18
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I Love the wonderful rhyming pattern and cadence of the poem as I read aloud, it packs quite the punch. A great write!
Thank you, Bella for your review and kind words. I thought after going through this last hurricane I would anthropomorphize this a bit. It used to be all hurricanes were named after women, but this was deemed demeaning to the gender.
I suppose when it comes down to it, hurricanes are equal opportunity destroyers.
Apologies I have a very literal mind (always doing this here). Your title... only after I popped back briefly to see if you had any bites and explanation as above.....neat write.
Thanks, I often leave things cryptic, it's just part of my nature. Thanks so much for the review and comment.
"Leaving none unaffected!" that phrase says it all and even more!
Thank you so much for your review and comment.
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