Prodigirl

you’re back again

recycled, a satellite

from somewhere ‘out there’

back to say so much that

means so very little

leaving blood on the page

your personal control scene

of desolation and carnage,

you, a coin-toss chronicler

a hard hat, soft voice narrator

swooping through our senses

with peregrine precision to

wring us out and mangle

our emotions

yet once again we praise you,

welcoming your return and enjoy

the brevity of your sporadic libations

before you spin away once more

into the maelstrom

a whirlwind in search of a tornado

Published by grahamrsherwood