creative writing
October 2008 
time
Posted on Dec 12th, 2007
by 
Amanda
Amanda
forward swishing falls swooping clack clatter of ice on etched windowpanes a howling chill comes through to bone and closes the eyes within ringing always ringing never quiet huddle 'round me don't be afraid whisper under here and I will hear you better tick tick I feel what I can't see now bring a book and whirl beneath this shutter out the noisy hisses curl up still now shh and listen patter whip and scratch against us will all be over all too soon
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this for me conjures images of storm, mary poppins, play, steaming noises, cycles and periods in history, tinyness and hugeness…and something like breath-taking sights or sounds.
I guess I need to stop agonizing that no one understands my wtiting! :) Yes, this was a snow/wind storm where the kids and I huddled under a blanket tent with flashlights and books. As much as I dislike that kind of weather (I thought our roof was going to blow off!) it was incrediably fun to cuddle in that little fort all morning. Thank you for reading my work– your comments always gives me the feeling that I really can make something of this hobby…
I loved letting the sounds of your words settle on me. I didn't even look for meaning, I just felt the sounds. What a wonderful kinesthetic experience your work is for me!