Today's prompt from Robert Lee Brewer: Write a "sea creature" poem. I used the prompt as more of a metaphor today, since this has been probably the most active hurricane season in recorded history, with thirty named storms, so many that the National Weather Service ran out of alphabetical names and are now about halfway through the Greek alphabet. The latest, Iota, has been the strongest yet, briefly getting to Category 5 before making landfall. I don't remember a hurricane this late in the season in my lifetime, at least one this strong. On top of that, it hit the Yucatan penisula about two weeks after the last storm made landfall in almost exactly the same place. Those poor people in Central America - the devastation must be staggering. Don't tell me that climate change isn't a thing. It's already here in a big way.
Anyway, here is my "sea creature" poem:
tropical storms
this malignant year.
and strongest:
Iota, ironically named,
the Yucatan,
already storm-raked.
Sea Monster
of climate change,
maelstrom, deluge, teeth.
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