Poetry

Twister

In the dark

Thoughts are spirals

Of chaos

–

Her personal twister

Traps her mind

Pirouetting through the air

–

Where will it land

–

Anywhere but OZ

–

For this dreaming girl

There is no magic

–

Flying monkeys

And witches

Would be a pleasure ride

–

She will not land

In the Emerald Isle

–

No, this Dorothy

Will not land at all

–

The twister has found

Its prize

To keep