The tornado fell from the graphite sky
fueled by storm clouds and winds on high
that fed its hungry fury and filled the dearth
a powerful force as her tumid belly gave birth
to more twisters to dance with destructive mirth.
As they bored over the ground, leaving it defaced
with naught but a foggy field of grey-green laid in waste.
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Ekphrastic Poems- Mary Frances
The Reluctant Poet 