Volatile
Her nature tempestuous
Like a storm at sea
Yet in calm waters
speaking civilized words
Carrying poison
Delivered flawlessly
Taking down her prey
Wounding, but not slaying
With a prepared agility
delivering a soothing touch
to those she injured
Offering words of comfort
Unwittingly welcomed
Any resistance
Could invoke ire
She was fragile like a bomb
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Agile - WotD
Prepare - RDP
Touch - FOWC
Image Gerd Altmann, Pixabay
Awesome! Love this! Great poem! <3
Thank you so very much 🙂💕
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A dangerous gal! Loved the closing line!
I completely missed this comment Sadje 😔 Sorry, and thank you!
No worries. You’re welcome