Hurricanes
Hurricanes
This
unexpected night of chaos started with a soft wind. The entire town was silent
from the blanket of sleep put over the people on the coast. Slowly, the winds
rose and took over. Then the harsh rain fell in gigantic droplets pounding the
ground with a deafening sound.
And there
she was, Charybdis, swallowing and spitting the water of the sea, churning the
ocean, creating a whirlpool, so wide, so large, that nobody would be able to
pass on this dark and stormy night.
oh hmmm vedu.. that was dark.. poetically dark!! is this the prelude of a fantasy novel soon to take shape...
ReplyDeletei love it.. i have to introduce you to a poet friend of mine who writes similar poems...
-pushpa aunty
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ReplyDeleteThank you!!
ReplyDeleteit was for school we had to personify a storm and make it a monster