Skye Tandy Poet Villanelle

Tornado

Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 
Would we be able to stand its might? 
Let's prepare. It's coming near. 

What happened to the sky so clear? 
Gone away is our precious light, 
Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 

What will we do when it gets here? 
Stack the pillows while our lights are bright. 
Let's prepare. It's coming near. 

Rolling clouds, hail and wind so sheer, 
Trees bend, as this rage they fight. 
Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 

History said that this would be the year, 
So buckle down and hold on tight. 
Let's prepare. It's coming near. 

The enveloping rush deafens our ears; 
Funnel smashes to the ground, I shake in fright. 
Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 
Let's prepare. It's coming near.

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Thomas Carney November 16, 2014 at 1:14 PM Your good, and you nailed this Villanelle. Being able to incorporate your story, and such a thunderous one, into the discourse and still follow up with the parameters is an accomplishment by itself. To enjoy the poem to boot was and added benefit. Thumbs up all around. Thomas