SHE IS THE GHOST OF GENERATIONS

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In from the East

Mother Russia bore her

North Sea nourishes her

Unforgiving

Razor sharp tongue

Cuts to the quick

Castrates the rationale

She has feasted here before

 

She cloaks herself in a blizzard

Particles of ice

Shattered glass

Sophistication of sorts

Black, grey, white blur

Waves unchecked now

This way and that

Screams

Banshee screams

For the sake of it

They amuse her

She is unpredictable this one

Always was

 

Grown men call out for their mothers

Others pray to the Illusion

Predictable yet necessary

 

Matters not

She will determine

Who lives

And who does not

 

Where she settles

Once dry land

Gulls scatter

Trees cannot cope

Crack and snap

Lost limbs

 

She is the ghost of generations

 

She takes her leave

All is calm

 

 

An old one revisited!

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