NaNoWriMo Events, Poetry
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Green-Fingers

English: An orchid as a decorative houseplant.

English: An orchid as a decorative houseplant. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My mother and I,

killed the first orchid we were given.

We are not a houseplant

sort of family.

What we grow

is out in a field,

thrown from the back of a tractor

and carefully monitored

for pH,

pot-ash deficit,

mineral level adjustment-

All to ensure optimal production

when the combine

finally drives through the gate.

I have yet to see

my mother send off soil samples,

for the daffodils

my grandmother planted in the garden.

But then again,

normally the rabbits

will have them

before the month is out.


We killed the orchid by overwatering it, and sticking it in a window sill. We have got better with orchids since then, we have managed to keep one alive for just over a year!

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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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  1. Pingback: National Poetry Writing Month Retrospective | I Started Late and Forgot the Dog.

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