Out in the Cold.

I hate Winter

My weary body slowly steps as I move this way and that.

The ice sleet blows as I trundle along.

No I am not travelling back from some Gulag,

But merely out to do some food shopping.

I climb aboard my mobility scooter.

After loading my wares.,

Don my woolly hat and slip on my gloves,

I hang on to those still so cold bars

And make my way home.

The ice cold wind blows even more.,

As I scurry back home as quick as I can.

By now I feel a chill all about me.

When I park my scooter and pick up my wares.,

I sully on forward to my own front door.

The moment I step into that open space,

I am immediately  greeted by a rush of warm heat.

My whole body reacts and a warm glow comes to my cheeks.

I feel safe, happy and warm..,

And so glad to be home.

Christine Peters

Reviews

[Chris]

It doesn't feel fair that no one has paused after reading and even left a thought... soooo

Welcome to WC. I don't know what I expected here especially since I am unfamiliar with your work. I didn't like the piece but I didn't have to. It IS an author's freedom to express as they want and how they want. This was quiet and left me without a sense of attachment or an emotional bonding. I understood what you said and how you said it, but I don't know that I want to open another because I have read this one or in spite of having read this one.

Take care, and again welcome to WC.
Chris

[Christine Peters]

Thank you Chris for your response.

Much appreciated.

I am not really a poet. I am more a humorous writer. ‘Bloody Germans’, posted here best describes what kind of writer I am. I am an observational humourist about life in general. Satire mostly.

I write regularly to my local paper in Bournemouth, UK and chose this as a subject to mention. I have since spoke with a good few others and they all share the same sentiment of coming home to a nice warm comfy home after being out in the cold. So once again, it is just observational.

After posting to my local Echo, I thought maybe I could make some kind of poem about it all. So this was my attempt. But as said, I am no poet nor will ever claim to be. I was just dipping my toe within those waters.

Christine Peters

(Chris)

[Chris]

Toe-dipping is ALWAYS allowed...

[Christine Peters]

I am surprised that this did not reach your response.

Feeling outside out in the cold and then coming into a warm home.

Have you not ever been there?

Christine

[Christine Peters]

Thank you Chris for your response. I also consider myself as a writer. I delve a bit in poetry or prose, but mostly consider myself as a ‘taking the piss’ artist when it comes to daily politics. I am a humourist writer on daily life. An observation list on life, with humour to add.

That’s really it!

Christine Peters

[Chris]

Welcome to WC Christine...nice meeting you