Baby Blue Poetry & Descriptive Writing Blog

Melonie, a tall elegant woman, pulled open the heavy oak door. All was silent, save for the whisper of the wind and the gentle twitter of birdsong.

Slowly she walked across the frosty grass and sat on a rock beside the shimmering lake.

A shade of pink started to show on her pale face as the crisp air swept past. The wind began to blow viciously bringing with it snow. Melonie glanced back at the old castle like house. She could only just see the oak door close and the figure move towards her. Melonie smiled as her husband, Niall, folded his strong arms around her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek.

Niall, like Melonie, was tall and handsome. They walked back to the house, hand in hand, as the snow was starting to settle on the path. The fall of snow was speeding up and thunder began to roll.

Once they were back in the house, Melonie looked out of the big kitchen window and realised a storm would break out at any moment……