Tornado
This fib chain was written for Poefusion’s Friday Five prompt. This week’s words were: wail, hay, scrawl, clobber, and encourage. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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stones
lay
scattered
tornado
scrawled our homelessness
onto to the land in rock letters
it
made
hay of
this town – the
clobbered brick houses
wail open-mouthed laments skyward
we
stand
under
blue sky roofs
and encourage each
other to silence the wailing
Written 7/17/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Tornadoes are to be feared, certainly. I hate it when we get high winds here because we are out in the open more. I can fully relate to these fibs you’ve written. Nice job. Have a nice day.
Great work!
This works well - particularly the first verse which is very powerful. “it made hay” didn’t quite fit for me as I associate it with something positive - making hay while the sun shines. Blue sky roofs is great phrase to describe this kind of destruction.
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Thanks everyone…
Lirone: to be fair, “make hay of something” may not be a better-known expression. It means to destroy something or render it ineffective or useless.
-Nicole
Terrible things, tornadoes. We get the occasional one here in the UK, but they’re minute compared to some places.
You describe the effects well.
Thank you, Anthony.
-Nicole