Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Journal 2015 - Snippets from the beginning of Spring - "The Journey of a Raindrop"

OK..It is officially the 2nd day of Spring here in the Southern Hemisphere, and it is raining, quite a lot actually, with dark clouds looming and storms predicted for the rest of the day.
With this in mind i am sharing a little story i recently wrote in a Creative Writing class with the  Writers Studio.

"The Journey of a Raindrop!"    

Hoovering helpless within the clouds, anxiously awaiting my opportunity to slip through an air current, and join my siblings. The clap of thunder stormed through my body as the signal for my journey to begin.  Inhaling a deep breath of courage, I squirm, squeeze and press myself through the crack, determined not to be left behind.  "Made it", exhilarated and free, my first journey to the land below. There is no time to experience the fear of falling, as I am drawn down by some powerful magnetic force. I cannot stop it as I plummet faster and faster into the unknown. Suddenly PLONK I have come for a momentary rest upon a wing of an eagle soaring home to safety.  Propelled back into the crowd of siblings, I commence my journey down, towards the human creatures.  In a moment I am of the absurd realisation that they appear to be afraid of us, as they scurry for cover. I giggle at this as I slip and slither down the wet shiny surface of a car and then fall ka-plonk onto the grey surface.  Distorted, but not hurt, I pick myself up and feel a touch annoyed at the thoughtless clumsy human creatures everywhere that I have to sidestep. My siblings join me and we skip and trickle to form an elongated stream of water and meander along the gutter, down the dark hole into the pipeline. As I see the ocean ahead, I realise that my journey to this strange land is nearing an end and aching for the chance to do it again.

"And now for my stitch interpretation. "

"Hoovering helpless within the clouds"
Frothy machine embroidered scrim to represent clouds
 
"I giggle at this as I slip and slither down the wet shiny surface of a car and then fall ka-plonk onto the grey surface."
French knots in raindrop shapes.
 
"My siblings join me and we skip and trickle to form an elongated stream of water and meander along the gutter, down the dark hole into the pipeline."
Lace and French knots forming a line
 

2 comments:

  1. Wonderful story to go along with your stitching! Scrim makes perfect clouds too.

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  2. wow...an illustrated story and perfectly illustrated too Cherie...

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