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The Tempest
Brandon Barrett
The Tempest
At its fastest, the wind blew
Leaves rattled
Debris flew
Chimes, uncontrollably they rung
Over a porch, they were hung
The porch, made of boards,
Ripped and tattered
Debris met a window
Window shattered.
Ever so violently did bodies sway
Movement sporadic, bodies thrown astray,
Taken away
Amiss lay a body
Mangled, like a doll
Tangled, like a great bundle of laces, and torn,
Tremendous toll, the body must have endured
The tempest moved on
At last the monster forsook
The little town, of no where, left shook
Brandon Barrett has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Brandon's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Brandon's latest works: