Monday, March 8, 2010

The flood

I woke up to a strange sound. Well more of an absence of sound. It had stopped raining, and given that it had been raining for the past 4 days the sudden silence had woken me. I could tell that it was close to dawn from the light coming around the curtained window, and I was curious what the world now looked like after the rain.

We'd been couped up inside while it rained and given it was a longer weekend than normal thanks to the celebration of the worker, we had avoided going outside after the initial storm which had left those caught in it with bruises and lacerations and many pets and livestock in a state of panic, thanks to hail stones the size of apricots. Since then going to work was hampered by the amount of water falling from the sky, it would ease off, but then start in earnest again, constantly drumming against the roof, ground and fences. The neighbourhood buckled down and waited for it to end.

Now that it was silent, I quickly dressed, found shoes that would cope with the mud I knew I would find and stepped outside. The rising sun had broken through the clouds and watery light painted a sodden and shiny world. I stepped outside and almost slipped in the mud outside my house. Other neighbours were also peering through their doorways, looking at the world.

I smiled at Farouk and suggested that we might be able to work today and he laughed, pointing at the clouds behind my house. I turned and sighed, the sky behind me was black, promising more solid rain.

I noticed that there was something different about the area, not just the water pooling on the road and around the houses, something had changed, and then I realised what it was. The creek that ran by our neighbourhood was running at the top of its embankment. This in itself was quite impressive, the embankment is 5 metres higher than the creek normally and now it was running full. More rain was likely to cause the creek to flood which was going to cause problems for us. I pointed at the creek and the smiles that had been present due to the cessation, no matter how brief, of the rain faded and everyone turned grim.

More rain was going to cause everyone problems, particularly if it kept raining like it had for the past 4 days, our neighbourhood would be flooded and many of us had nowhere else to go. I walked over to the creek and watched the torrent of water flowing, carrying branches and other debris downstream.

As I turned to walk back to my house, a bright flash lit the ground and a loud crack of thunder quickly followed. I watched as everyone disappeared back into their houses, and I walked as quickly as I could back to mine, trying my best to not slip over in the mud.

Once inside I made myself and the others some breakfast. The household stirred and groggily walked into the kitchen and helped themselves to food. We sat and listened to the rain begin again, punctuated by thunder and the whines of scared animals. Much more rain and we would run out of food as our stores were depleted. Travelling to purchase more food was too dangerous on flooded streets.

Some hours later I noticed a small trickle of water coming under one of the doors. I pulled back the curtain and saw that rising flood waters were covering our street. We moved furniture on top of other furniture, trying to limit what would get damaged and attempting to keep ourselves and everything we needed dry. The water continued rising, and soon we were wading chest deep. We didn't know what to do, and argued about climbing onto the roof and sitting in the falling rain for help that did not seem to be coming or staying in the house and hoping that the water would recede.

The rain continued and the water kept climbing. We were forced onto the roof, and we sat there soaked and shivering while watching the water climb higher and higher. We knew as the rain kept falling and the waters rising that we would not survive the night.

One by one we lost footing on the house and were pulled away into the darkness.

Friday, October 31, 2008


If the stars are right
I will be a princess

I will have a sceptre
And be able to say, "Off with their heads"

I will have a carriage
And beautiful horses will take me where I wish


If I really want to
I will be a pirate

I will buckle a swash
And force people to walk the plank

I will have a parrot
And sail the high seas


If I am really good
I will be an angel

I will have big, soft wings
And will fly from here to there

I will have a halo
And I will be invisible


I suppose
I will be me

I will do the things that I do
Wake up, eat food

I will be happy and have fun
And everything will be good

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Little Blue Monkey

Little Blue Monkey and Little Green Monkey were great friends. They talked to each other about important things, they held hands when walking together and snuggled against each other on the very cold nights. They thought this would never end.

One day Little Green Monkey decided to leave the path and go and see what was over that hill. Little Blue Monkey was very upset about this and explained to Little Green Monkey that she didn't think this was wise, that in doing so he may not find happiness and there might be dragons.

Little Green Monkey walked alongside Little Blue Monkey but was constantly looking at the hill and he stopped holding her hand or snuggling with her during the cold nights.

Not long afterward Little Green Monkey left and disappeared over the hill. Little Blue Monkey was very upset and Big Red Monkey gave her many hugs and told her that everything would be ok in time. Little Purple Wombat reminded Little Blue Monkey how loved and appreciated she was and said that in time she'd be ok and would be happy again.

All of Little Blue Monkey's family, who were on the road with her, loved her and supported her in their own way.

Little Blue Monkey still missed Little Green Monkey and kept looking back to see if he was running behind them as if to catch up, knowing that he wasn't and wouldn't be likely too. Over time she stopped looking back, but hoped that one day Little Green Monkey's path would cross or come close to hers so that she may see him again and see if he was ok.

And maybe one day they may again walk side by side, holding hands and snuggling when the nights were cold.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

You went away

The door closes behind you and I turn away
My cold and empty hands remind me of you.
The wind howls through the trees
and the empty pillows beside me reminds me of you.
Footsteps echo lonely on the street
and the floor creaks as the house shifts
I turn to find you missing.
Everything and everyone reminds me of you.

Waiting for dawn

(First draft of My heart's song)

Wrap me up
Protect me with your loving arms
Keep me safe from darkness
While I wait for dawn

Wrap me up
Protect me with your loving arms
Keep the faith I've lost
Hold hope where I have none

Wrap me up
Protect me with your loving arms
Remind me of all the colours
When all I see is darkness

Thank you for your patience
I have none for me
I seek an end to this pain
And the easy answers aren't
I never need reminding that
You love me and I love you

Wrap me up
Protect me with your loving arms
Watch with me through darkness
While we wait for dawn


It lies there
burning cold
sharply dull
coiled deep inside me

I hide from it

I breathe and wait
it fades
returns to its sleep
never gone
just resting


I sit stunned
Your words barely penetrating
How could you say this to me?
I who have loved you for so long.

Slowly the world moves again
Pieces regaining form
My heart resumes its beat
Time flows
And perhaps the wounds will heal

Maybe I can wait longer
Can I wait for ever
Or will the constant yearning tear me apart?
You love me
But not as I love you

My heart's song

Wrap me up
Protect me with your loving arms
Keep me safe from darkness
While I wait for dawn

Wrap me up
Protect me with your loving arms
Keep the faith I've lost
Hold hope where I have none

Wrap me up
Protect me with your loving arms
Remind me of all the colours
When all I see is dark

Wrap me up
Protect me with your loving arms
Watch with me through darkness
While we wait for dawn


(Ok, I didn't write this all by myself, Scott helped (well mostly wrote it) using my magnetic poetry)

I cherish your vast delicious ear
thy finger of evening pleasure
bathe in my cloud of romantic wind
I do lust for a turquoise bottom
like a dream of magnificent man candy
I glisten and gleam with sex honey
come frolic in my moist boy aroma
where we devour our chocolate love cupid
and you tongue my red hot guy candle
which flickers with big naked smiles
and I drench your tiny pink boquet
like a sugary champagne ocean
will thou ache to explore her cheeky depths
or haunt this morning breast goddess
but are you only drunk?
play between perfumed paradise moons
escape through his fly
blow away all lingering hungers


I rang you and
you didn't answer so
I called another number and
you weren't there

I had a shower to
wash out the worry but
it didn't work so
I got dressed

I paced up and down the
corridor of my house wondering
how I would find you when
I needed you the most

I fell asleep waiting for
you to come home and
give me the comfort I
most desperately craved

I woke up finding
myself wrapped in your arms your
love surrounding me and
making me safe