He turned vodka shots into binoculars,
drawing chardonnay mountains from bottles
and rum seas across napkins
with whisky paths half hidden
behind liquor boats
bobbing along like corks
while their captains sang shanties
and their crews threw out sails,
white, crisp and smelling of salt
lime
and tequila.
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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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Carol, Poetry is not my genre, but I liked this. I could see the table and bottles and napkins. Great job! Will be back. http://lilypupslife.wordpress.com/
The imagery is vivid and the concept is interesting … but my sense is that it’s not finished. I liked it, but then it stopped, which left me thinking, “So what?” What are you trying to accomplish here? Just a quick pen sketch – or something deeper?