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The Storm

Tonight the wind howls round my house,
Rattling the windows in their frames,
As rain pelts pebbles at the glass
Yet somehow I feel unafraid.

The creeping moans of the garden gate,
Don’t scare me as when I was small.
I don’t fear the lonesome whispers
From the chimney behind the wall.

Instead I watch the pitch black sky,
And wish that I was out there.
To feel upon my face and skin
The coolness of darkened water.

The storm is full of noise and rage
But only to those who don’t hear.
Because the storm is lonely
And only wishes to feel near.

It’s trapped on its own.
So far from the ground or sea,
Desperate for some connection
Just wanting to be.

It wanders just like us,
From time to time and place to place.
Looking for something more
Just for companionship to taste.

Tonight the wind howls round my house,
Rattling the windows in their frames,
As rain pelts pebbles at the glass
Yet somehow I feel unafraid.

Because the storm and I are akin,
We share each other’s pain
Seeking what we’ve not yet found
In that we are the same.

 

 

Fountain – by Sara Love

This song was recommended to be by a reviewer who said that it fitted perfectly with the poem while being read. See what you think.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

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