Tryst with a Twist

She had seen
one hundred seasons
as oaks count
when Charley plowed
up the Florida peninsula.

Already gnarled
and twisted
by nature she was unready.
The tropical anomaly lifted
the old lady’s skirts
of fine Spanish linen,
up and off her rattling limbs.

Never trust a man named Charley.

Lost a few branches,
nests and a majority of her leaves.
But she didn’t come away
without her sense of humor,
nor her dignity.

But she’s never gotten
over her distrust
of any man named Charley.

It’s another night at dVerse Poets Pub, and the topic over drinks is anthropomorphism.  Exactly what I said… and that was before any drinks.  Sidle over, hitch up a stool, and join in the fun.  https://dversepoets.com/2017/04/04/anthropomorphize-me/