A Poem by Heather Rodwell

Cold sensations crawling up your spine


 In the middle of the night

I stick out my tongue.
The icy air hits my flesh
And my tongue gets hard as steel.
I feel my limbs 
Collapse and fold.
All i can do
Is stifle a "Help..."
I tread carefully to the stair,
Hoping someone's there
But naught 
Just a draft
That stiffens my bones.
I crawl back to bed,
Close my eyes
And wait for day 
To break this ice.

© 2009 Heather Rodwell

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This sounds like a very cold place to be. It kind of feels that way here now at 21 degrees farenheit, we are 11 degrees below the freezing point as I write this! Great description of how the cold can feel.

Posted 10 Years Ago

The words grip with icy cold!

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Added on December 5, 2009


Heather Rodwell
Heather Rodwell

Cape Town, South Africa

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