Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Cutest little house in London
I think Im in love with a house in London. Its the kind of place that I would have dreamt about as a kid.. it has a really old staircase, leading up three floors with a loft at the top that has windows you can open on the roof. The lady that showed it to us was such a character too, a free spirit and really sweet. Cosi and I were talking later and it gave me inspiration to write a story about it. So I am in love with the house, but there is no happy ending.. its too expensive for us. Such a shame as the people were so lovely.. and they were going to get a cat.. real selling point for me.
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You need to expand on that story! OMG. Katie hun you have a great gift. I don't know about my own, but yours is amazing. I also wrote a poem for you on Facebook. Here it is:
ReplyDeleteThe Girl That Saw…..
And she looked out, out of the glass, the frost rimmed glass,
Into the blizzard, that raged beyond.
she looked out, from her window, glazed
away, away in a corner, of her mind. untouched … untouched
by realities…..Deep in thought.
There is something, something she knows… this girl
With eyes glazed, gazing through window
There is something she… can see & feel,
Yet to pass. And she looked,
Out her frost rimmed window, into the blizzard
That raged beyond.
A story unfurled, carved upon, walls of snow,
The blizzard shaped, from her mind.
played out as if, as if on screen;
this something that she knows.
A spark of light, flash in her mind
Projected through, the blizzard, the blizzard, that raged beyond,
She sees herself, this girl with gaze, gaze afar,
And reaches out, through the glass, into the blizzard,
That raged beyond.
The things she saw, she cannot tell, things
In the blizzard, beyond the frost rimmed glass.
She cannot hope, for things she’s seen, in the blizzard,
Beyond the frost rimmed glass, where she was safe,
Safe & warm.
She gathers her coat, and scarf, and mitts, to go
Beyond, the frost rimmed glass.
She goes to find, just what she’s seen,
In the blizzard, beyond the glass, the frost rimmed glass
Which kept her safe…safe from the storm
That raged beyond.
The door thrust back, by the wind
by the wind, of the blizzard, that raged beyond.
Her scarf wrapped tight, heartbeat fast, beating fast,
She takes a step, into the white, frenzied snow
That swirled beyond, beyond the window, the frost rimmed glass
That kept her safe from harm:
She steps out, with head bowed low, and treks,
And crunches, into the snow, into the blizzard,
Into the white wall, that raged beyond, the frost rimmed glass, the storm
That raged beyond.
The room is silent, left by the girl,
That looked beyond, the frost rimmed glass,
Out at the blizzard, that raged beyond
The fire crackles, the clock ticks,
Inside the room, left by the girl, who sat and stared;
Who sat beside, the frost rimmed glass, and looked beyond,
Beyond the blizzard, and the snow, and the cold, and the risk,
Into something, which she could see, past the storm,
Past the window, past the snow, past the danger, past the world,
That raged beyond.