Walking With North Wind

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 27 Jan 2019
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North wind

Piercing eyes

Penetrating till

Tears flow,

Whistling in

My ears like

Tortured souls,

 

Hurtling at

Great speed

Driving me on,

Biting this skin

Till I feel that

Special homely

Warmth within.

 

Out for a very cold walk on

Sunday 27th January 2019.

 

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

ears like tortured souls. I like that. It is bitter, but sweet. 

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Another good one, Jenny.

Luigi xx

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Lovely feel with you of that biting, piercing frosty wind! The short, shapness of this really helps to convey that. And the lovely warmth on getting home! I still prefer that wind to the chilly damp, milder weather somehow, but not slippery ice! Rhiannon

(PS A thicker hat might help?!)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

thanks for reading and glad you got what I was conveying. I only managed about a 30 minute walk around the block, that was enough for me.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you Luigi,

I couldn't wait to get home and write down where my thoughts were taking me as I walked.

Appreciate you letting me know your own thoughts.

Jenny. xx

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Rhiannon,

I just had to get this short poem down as I really thought this day was the coldest this year yet and wanted to get a record of it.

I only had a 30 minute walk around the block, but that was enough for me. Yes I agree with you I'd much prefer the wind to the damp too.

I'm glad you liked this one and many thanks for letting me know.

Jenny.