Beneath an ominous sky, rage. (rhyme poem)

Version 1

Its throat roared 

a riotous rumble

Passing above the ruined rubble.

The funnel hung

swiveled and swung

Licking its chops with a tawdry tongue.

Rolling, rumbling

ferocious and foul,

It started with wind - then a hungry howl.

Version 2

Its throat wailed a riotous roar

as roofs transformed to rubble.

The funnel hung~ 

swiveled, swung~

Licking its chops with a gorging tongue.

Rolling~rumbling~

ferocious, foul,

I still recall its ominous howl.

Author's Note

I tried to give rough weather some personification.

Note to self. The poem was re-worked 3/15/16. Added picture 11/9/16

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I love this because the storm represents all storms of life.. Physical and emotional.. It's nice to see your work..xo

[several thousand]

Wow. Look who doesn't have writers block anymore! The personification is very powerful and made a great read. Thanks for sharing.

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some storms devour all in its paths...there is a haunting quality to that last stanza that leaves one unnerved...nice work

[Leif]

I like that you have turned the storm into some nameless hungry beast. It gives it a personality. I like even more that what the beast ate remains unsaid. It leaves a lot open to interpretation.

Nice work on this, Relic. I look forward to reading more of your work.