Chill
By Claire
Chill
Harsh winds whistle against my ears
The tip of my nose blushes red from the cold
Each step I take is gruelling
My feet fell under the bare ice
My body is limp
Something is burning in the corner
Snow accosts my lashes, only through a pinhole
I can see
A campfire under the coverage of care
I run for shelter, letting the heat of the fire lead the way
My senses are lost, and through blurry eyes
I find my escape
A bright fire illuminates my vision
And a warm chill runs up my spine
I’ve found my peace, my chill.
This Poem, Chill by Claire is an excerpt from Postcode Stories 2176. Throughout 2024, Story Factory worked with the students at Prairiewood High School to produce a collection of stories and poems about place and belonging. From fantasy prose to poetic memoir, the students’ musing and individual approaches to storytelling demonstrate their highly personal connections to place. Their words are proudly published in the final book, Postcode Stories.
Postcode Stories was supported by the NSW Government through Create NSW.
