NaNoWriMo Events, Poetry
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NaPoWriMo Day One


You’ve grown old,

as living things

have a habit of doing.


It takes another,

to point out the grey

creeping in.

You don’t show age

in many other places,

such as movement

or attention.


Still the garden gate sphinx,

wheat field bounder,

fresh shirt muddier.

I forget you weren’t always there

and you won’t always remain.



NaPoWriMo has rolled around again along with the first prompt of the month. I’m not sure I even like this piece, but I didn’t really like the prompt and since there was nothing else in my head ideas wise I just ploughed on through.

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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.


  1. It sounds like you’re talking about the cycle of life, which was pretty interesting to me. Do you mind me asking what prompt you used?

    • “You could stoke their fur forever
      and nothing would change”
      Birth Bell – Louis Mathias

      I read the poem in full today, the quote really doesn’t do it justice.


      The beginning of war was also a blossom. Here’s
      where you started to finger

      your terrible pearls. Undoing the want

      takes a long, long time.
      Days spent

      circumventing bougainvillea.
      Flash forward

      to those Indiana fields, those stray dogs,
      the idling truck.

      You could stroke their fur forever
      and nothing would change.

      — Louise Mathias

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