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Exhibitions, Readings and Wrong Turns

 

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Last Saturday Shrewsbury Museum and Art Gallery opened an exhibition called ‘Impressions’, running from the Saturday 5th May to Sunday 3rd June at Rowley’s House. The exhibition is designed to celebrate the art of writing

On the eve of the opening there was a (mini) grand opening where all the writers who could attend were invited to read our their pieces to all the other contributors and explain why they chose the subjects for their works.

Sounds simple right? Well apparently it’s not.

I had originally intended to take one of my best friends and her boyfriend as my guest, thinking that it would cheer her up since she has been a little down recently. However, that day she called me to tell me she was ill and couldn’t make it, so I tried one of the other best friends and invited her and her boyfriend. (My two old best friends have both apparently become surgically attached to their partners.)

The plan was that I’d drive the best friend and boyfriend to Shrewsbury and we’d all go to this exhibition opening do, and then we would go back and hang out at mine for an hour or so before I dropped them both back at my best friend’s. (If you’re confused don’t worry, half the time I haven’t a clue what’s going on either.)

Boyfriend was of course late, and since best friend wanted to wait I had to leave without her. I was still running on time to get to the museum/art gallery before the reading started and I hoped they would just sneak in late.

Then I hit Wem. Now Wem itself is not a problem, the roundabout which signs for Shawbury and Shrewsbury is the problem. I of course, being me, misread the sign for Shawbury as Shrewsbury and ended up driving off in the completely wrong direction, leaving me fifteen minutes late sneaking into the readings. (It was O.K, my poem was last anyway.)

Best friend never made an appearance, and after an argument with my traitor of a mobile phone I eventually got hold of her using a landline and found out that boyfriend had finally turned up. Just as the readings event came to a close…

Overall it wasn’t too bad of a night. I thought my poem went down fairly well and there were some fantastic pieces included in the exhibition. For anyone who can get to Shrewsbury I would sincerely recommend going and having a look around at the ‘Impressions’ pieces, even if museum are not normally your cup of tea.

For those of you interested here is the piece that I submitted for the exhibition.

The Boats

My history lies in roots and hand

One to severe, mould and man.

Fell might and age to brothers’ floor

Where tools bite, bark and saw.

Hollow out my chest of oak

To fill with saplings, young folk,

Then fall to where my roots remain

Let only my rings now hold your name.

 

 

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Credits for Shrewsbury Museum and Art Gallery’s exhibition ‘Impressions’ goes to Adrian Perks (Museum Assistant), all the writers involved (that bit includes me) and Sue Jones who helped put together a fantastic programme of all the works displayed. 

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four 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.

4 Comments

  1. Thomas J. Webster says

    Fabulous poem! And, better late than never, isn’t that what they say, lol.

  2. Best friends with new boyfriends..always fun. Especially if they are the type to suddenly become incapable of independent thought/action without him around. Yuck. Your poem is lovely!

    • Both friends have been dating their boyfriend for quite a while and I get on with both lads. I just have to accept that an invite no longer includes just the one person.
      Thank you for the compliment!

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