Paper Wings - W/E 28.12.15
Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 9:17 am
Hi Maureen,
Happy New Year!
I haven't visited for awhile. Been a little hectic.
There were two lots of prompts I loved and have incorporated them into one poem. It just seemed to happen.
I know it's late but I hope that's okay.
Hopefully, this year, I will have a little more time to create. Ever hopeful.
Cheers
Jakki
'Paper Wings'
They sat with paper and scissors
cutting angels both small and fine;
so much attention to detail
as they followed each pencilled line.
At times they peered out the window
just to watch the incoming storm,
safe and sound by the blazing fire
that had kept them cosy and warm.
Christmas was almost upon them
the laughter of children filled their home.
Each one's heart filled with excitement -
Olivia, Charlotte, Jerome.
Presents under the Christmas tree
all wrapped up in ribbons and bows;
children busy with paper wings
that would finish their angels' clothes.
Santa would soon be arriving.
Could he fly through the storm outside?
They wondered what gifts he'd leave them
neatly placed by the fireside.
Outside, it grew even darker,
the clouds quickly turning to green;
kids' faces pressed to the window
as they watched the furious scene.
From green, the clouds turned to purple,
almost black coming in from the sea.
They ran off to ask their mother
perhaps to the basement should flee.
All at once the heavens opened -
savage winds and ferocious rain -
lightning flashed and peels of thunder
vibrating each window pane.
The waves they rose in the fury
before landing on spume flecked shores.
The storm grew stronger each minute -
wreaking havoc like never before.
It raised up dangerous funnels -
tornados not seen here before.
It striped the roof from their homestead -
fear and dread they couldn't ignore.
They had to scramble to safety
in the basement under the floor.
They listened to unleashed terror
as wind wrecked their Christmas décor.
Paper angels, soon forgotten,
as they crouched together below,
were crumpled, wet and disfigured;
Christmas lights no longer aglow.
Outside they could hear the carnage
as it ripped their Christmas to shreds.
Chaos and total destruction
replacing their dwelling instead.
The storm raged for over an hour;
devastation all they could hear.
The group in the basement waiting
for the storm to just disappear.
When it eased they checked the damage.
Their home was completely destroyed.
What would they do about Christmas?
A thought they just couldn't avoid.
But, rummaging through the debris
they saw some familiar things -
the cut-outs of many angels
found together with paper wings.
And, though they were wet and crumpled,
they collected the ones they could.
They knew once the sun was shining
they would look almost the way they should.
Mum wouldn't let them miss Christmas;
she retrieved some things from the storm
then gathered her children around her
and went downstairs where it was warm.
Together, they soon got busy
collecting tinsel, ribbons and thread.
They fashioned a tree from pieces
found lying outside near the shed.
Their Christmas tree, once finished
with baubles, ribbons and things,
looked absolutely resplendent
covered in angels with paper wings.
© Jakki May
22.12.15
Happy New Year!
I haven't visited for awhile. Been a little hectic.
There were two lots of prompts I loved and have incorporated them into one poem. It just seemed to happen.
I know it's late but I hope that's okay.
Hopefully, this year, I will have a little more time to create. Ever hopeful.
Cheers
Jakki
'Paper Wings'
They sat with paper and scissors
cutting angels both small and fine;
so much attention to detail
as they followed each pencilled line.
At times they peered out the window
just to watch the incoming storm,
safe and sound by the blazing fire
that had kept them cosy and warm.
Christmas was almost upon them
the laughter of children filled their home.
Each one's heart filled with excitement -
Olivia, Charlotte, Jerome.
Presents under the Christmas tree
all wrapped up in ribbons and bows;
children busy with paper wings
that would finish their angels' clothes.
Santa would soon be arriving.
Could he fly through the storm outside?
They wondered what gifts he'd leave them
neatly placed by the fireside.
Outside, it grew even darker,
the clouds quickly turning to green;
kids' faces pressed to the window
as they watched the furious scene.
From green, the clouds turned to purple,
almost black coming in from the sea.
They ran off to ask their mother
perhaps to the basement should flee.
All at once the heavens opened -
savage winds and ferocious rain -
lightning flashed and peels of thunder
vibrating each window pane.
The waves they rose in the fury
before landing on spume flecked shores.
The storm grew stronger each minute -
wreaking havoc like never before.
It raised up dangerous funnels -
tornados not seen here before.
It striped the roof from their homestead -
fear and dread they couldn't ignore.
They had to scramble to safety
in the basement under the floor.
They listened to unleashed terror
as wind wrecked their Christmas décor.
Paper angels, soon forgotten,
as they crouched together below,
were crumpled, wet and disfigured;
Christmas lights no longer aglow.
Outside they could hear the carnage
as it ripped their Christmas to shreds.
Chaos and total destruction
replacing their dwelling instead.
The storm raged for over an hour;
devastation all they could hear.
The group in the basement waiting
for the storm to just disappear.
When it eased they checked the damage.
Their home was completely destroyed.
What would they do about Christmas?
A thought they just couldn't avoid.
But, rummaging through the debris
they saw some familiar things -
the cut-outs of many angels
found together with paper wings.
And, though they were wet and crumpled,
they collected the ones they could.
They knew once the sun was shining
they would look almost the way they should.
Mum wouldn't let them miss Christmas;
she retrieved some things from the storm
then gathered her children around her
and went downstairs where it was warm.
Together, they soon got busy
collecting tinsel, ribbons and thread.
They fashioned a tree from pieces
found lying outside near the shed.
Their Christmas tree, once finished
with baubles, ribbons and things,
looked absolutely resplendent
covered in angels with paper wings.
© Jakki May
22.12.15
and of course it is OK - it's better than OK and nothing is set in concrete here. If the prompts get you writing then my job is done 