Josie Whitehead’s Poems
I'm trying to use rhyming words of sound to paint this picture in a fun way. The poem starts off softly. Imagine, if you can, a woman, perhaps sewing by candlelight. The first sign of a change in the weather is the draught down the chimney which causes the candle to flicker or flutter, while mother mutters: "There may be rain soon." As I go through the poem, still using the rhyming pattern, I am trying to show how the storm builds up, waking everyone except father, who, just like a man, can sleep through anything. zzzzz
SLEEPING THROUGH THE STORM
By Josie Whitehead
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The candle flutters; mother mutters;
Rain then patters; raindrops scatter
Thunder rumbles; raindrops tumble.
Chimneys shake; the baby wakes
The wild wind shrieks; gutters creak
The baby howls; the old dog growls;
Thunder clashes; lightning flashes,
Rain then pours -
While - - - father snores.
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