Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
THE CYCLONE
The Cyclone is a colossal
Serpent, coil upon coil,
Its gyrating spiral,
Springing up skywards,
It spewed a noxious paradox
Of coarse dust cloud
And debris, out into the balmy
Harmattan noon air,
Over the tangled town.
Car headlights flared
In the dust haze.
Full of fury, the cyclone
Lashed out with its conical
Tail, sweeping up a monstrous
Wind that sped its thundering
Spinning hulk along
Its cataclysmic route.
Written by Kodi Azuonye
<----> SEND THIS POEM TO A FRIEND! <---->