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Safe Bet

We were the safe bet

The if I wasn’t married by thirty bet

But fear kicked in sooner than that

The panic gripped me sooner than that

And by twenty three we were wed

To ‘love and cherish’ and ‘I do’ was said

Spoke false vows and tied the knot

Pretending this was something it was not

 

Can you blame me for straying?

After the hoping and praying

The wondering of what if

Asking was this all there is?

 

You were the safe bet

The if I wasn’t married by thirty bet

 

But I grew bored of just friendship…

 

He was all edges and corners

No niceness or warnings

And I burnt beneath touches

Was painted again by his brushes

Became a masterpiece not a sketch

Something more than sinew and flesh

As he carved open my chest

And found the heart that was left…

 

You were the safe bet

The if I wasn’t married by thirty bet

We were never in love really

Never really saw more in me

Or wanted me so deeply

Or could need me so completely.

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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.

3 Comments

  1. I love this poem. And in a way, I love the rawness of it and the pain of it. You’ve done well communicating that here.

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