I’ve seen a funnel cloud on the prairies and, fortunately, we out-ran it.
The devastation can be awful as we’ve all seen on the news …


the wind razed all
we had … doors

broke down … hinges                          
fell off … one wall

covered in family photos
dissolved in tears

another panelled pale
grey broke into screams

the third one long cupboard
for clothes worn

and forgotten turned red
the fourth a space

once opened to a balcony
where our faces dropped


my scans - after 18 112 coverTo Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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4 Responses to Typhoon

  1. Francine Wallace says:

    Nature has many ways
    to remind us who is in charge really!

  2. snkam says:

    I don’t always get to reply Joanna,but always love and enjoy your poems!

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