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Winter brought its claws against the glass

and pressed its snout

frozen lips peeled back,

icicle teeth glittering,

closer to me

without clouds

of warming breath

to fog the panes.

To remind me there was still life somewhere

behind the maw…


You, in your uncovered sky

when day is shortest and night longest


and chided the Winter.

Told it: ‘hold back its claws’

and save the snarl

for darker nights

when the moon fails to rise

and the stars are too distant

to cross space in time.


These months there seems more of you,

dotted and dancing

tumbling over one another

to spell out patterns

I know I must have known once…


I can see Winter at the glass,

nose pressed against mine.


This entry was posted in: Poetry


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. The second stanza totally wows me. Indeed, in the cold winter night, it seems as more stars have been created to dispel the dark of winter. Thank you.

  2. Winter is probably a better time for astronomical observations, the skies are clearer, so there is scientific support for your (and mine) personal observation. I loved your personification of winter as a chilling hound, and the bewilderm ent of spelling out patterns I know I must have known once…

  3. winter in cold countries are just like that, very beastly…the stars are clearer…the poem reads like a myth…so beautiful…

  4. This is wonderful…just loved it. You brought out winter’s fierceness with your personification but tamed it with your description of the beautiful stars and the role they play.
    Gayle ~

  5. This is, quite simply, STUNNING.
    This: “Winter brought its claws against the glass”
    and that “dotted and dancing.”
    This is one of those “I wish I wrote this!” poems.

  6. I could so relate to this as I always feel like winter is clawing at the glass, trying to bring its coldness inside where I am. I so much prefer summer. And where I’m from we don’t have the benefit of the brighter stars in winter because it is so often overcast. It was nice to be reminded that they are there nonetheless. Peace, Linda

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