The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 04, July 2017 | Page 88

Hurricane
Instantly the horizon tilts and swirls as the wild waves,
shudder the island shore;
with fists of fury in the grey skies uproarious war.
We watch him propel his entrance from the door,
yelling and poling of cataclysmic sounds.
Flinging his fury like a charging bull in the arena
with his rage he disintegrated the asphalt road,
flattening the trees in a swirling core,
disengage the rooftops from the wilted wooden houses
disturbing the charm of the island's niche.
Helplessly we view the holocaust of this jaded foe
with thoughts of indifference of his frenzy spell
As if his streak is a prize he study the rampage grounds
in his delight moving on in his flight when all storms are
ended.
- Brigitte Aria