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“You think me old?” asked the man whose folds could tell you of booted feet in bog soaked trenches, too numb from cold to tell when the rot set in.
“You think me old?” asked the man who’d watched women in polka dot men twirl on the arms of boys not fated to come home again.
“You think me old?” asked the man who’d once held books with more care than that which he’d showed to the new born babe passed from his wife’s arms. The man who matched each title to the lines etched in his face and called each new one a moment more of knowledge.
“You think me old?” asked the man. “I am as old as what I have learnt, and what is left for me to learn marks me but a babe.”
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Published by Carol J Forrester
Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can.
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. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears.
She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.
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I will always love learning, though at this juncture I doubt my love for it will get me anything more than factoids stuffed into an overfull head.
I have a brain full of useless information, it does not make me appreciate what I know any less, or case what I don’t know any less keenly.
Gorgeous. Love how you connected his lifetime of experiences to each line on his face. Your take on the prompt makes me want to sit down and have a loooonnnnnng conversation with the man in the photograph. Well done!
Thank you 😀