Quiet? I Think Not

Furies ain’t got nothin,’

All around me, sound invades.

Loud and raucous, this isn’t my day.

Lolly-gagging at the end of the line,

I‘m hoping to miss the inevitable gathering of the pack.

Now I must temporarily depart from my writing.

Getting the gathered children to quieten for only a moment, please?

Dinner anyone?

Silence is missed most dearly at this point.

Now I miss it, though it was a good companion this morning.

One glance out the window takes me back to this time last week

When the snow, gently falling, was the only sound I could hear.


Written for last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday and partially because my house is a temporary madhouse, despite all our best efforts.

http://kellieelmore.com/2014/01/10/fwf-free-write-friday-quote-prompt-4/

“We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.” — Louise Erdrich, Tracks