Title: The Windy City
Author: Kat Maher
Allocated postcode: EH9
The Windy City
Blinded by strands,
Clinging straw, scratching.
These magnetic hairs,
Sticking to lip-gloss, attacking my eyes
Torn between whether to abide by the weather
Or appealing to Jack — will he care if I’m cold?
Whipped and tripped, slipping and stumbling
My stomach rumbling, Porridge van closed.
My adventure is waiting
The journey a skirmish with perilous wind,
Meadows of ice, deceptive sunlight
So inviting from windows, a kaleidoscope of lies
Like a soldier to battle
With the rest of the cattle
Charging as one
We all fall down.