Hurricane Francine Comes Ashore

gray0328

 

The air hums electric, the clouds churn low in the belly of the sky  

The streets grow still, as the wind waits, trembling in its quiet  

Trees lean forward, eager to meet the wild breath that gathers  

I stand on the shore, my chest wide open, feeling the earth throb  

She is coming, she is roaring her arrival with white-toothed fury  

Francine rolls her body over the gulf, relentless and tender, both  

Her arms are spirals, her fingers grip the tides and pull them close  

I feel her in my bones, the great mother of storms, unbroken, whole  

She laughs, a low rumble, as she presses her weight on the land

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2024 11:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Whoa! I never knew a herricane could be rendered superbly and in such fashion as this beauty! Wow! Impressively rendered to effect with such details as effectively illustrate to perfection the idea. Awesome! I love it! Thank you for sharing.

    • gray0328

      Thanks Missy, I have lived in New Orleans my entire life and have survived many hurricanes, but the anxiety ramps up around landfall.

      • Cheeky Missy

        Yep, I'll bet. But you far surpassed any expectations with this awesome rendering. Thank you again.

      • Tony36

        Amazing



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