Poetry
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Bill

I remember you warning me about candles.

It was Christmas,

(well just before)

and I’d used a cardboard trophy box

to make my own advent calendar.

The sort with a candle for the Sundays

and two more for Christmas Eve and the event itself.

I think Joanna had made one too

and we brought them to show you and Granny,

proud of ourselves for putting them together.

 

You let us light them.

But probably only because everyone was stood there

and if something went wrong there were grownups

ready to leap in and save the day.

 

I learnt about France after you were gone.

Twenty-one with two friends and bikes

roaring across the country by yourselves.

Gran found the picture,

asked for it to be framed.

 

Seeing you young is strange.

It reminds me that my Grandfather

was not my father’s father

or the man my gran married,

he was someone else.

Someone who I never saw because I was born too late

and the sickness had set in

and children that age

don’t ask the questions

that you think about after someone’s gone.


I’ve been on a poetry binge for the last few days and last night I started think about how most of my family poems are written about my mother and her side. So this is me righting the balance somewhat and drafting up a piece for my Grandfather from my father’s side.

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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.

3 Comments

  1. You can’t just leave it there, that was the beginnings of an excellent story. I want to know more!

    • I don’t really know anymore. My grandfather passed away when I was quite young and I’m only just starting to learn about him.

  2. Pingback: SHE’S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!! RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | Writing and Works

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