Poetry & Prose by Carol J Forrester
We, the fallen
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s
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r
You, autumn hurricane
c
a
t
c
h me
in tumble arms of coppered bronze
with fists of pawing, sweeping gold…
Turn me inside
turn me out
turn me all about.
I decided to write a bit of a nonsense poem. It’s really difficult to remember how to spell catch when your writing each letter on a different line…
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. View all posts by Carol J Forrester
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Carol, I appreciate the artistry of the dragon and the breakdown of words in this poem. The drawing reminds me of the Dragon Kin series by G.A. Aiken :). Question though, what’s with the hanging letter ‘e’ and if I were to comment on something that was a bit off, it’d be the structure of:
“You
autumn hurricane”
where instead I’d like it to be similar to the “We, the fallen.” So it’d be:
“You, autumn hurricane” etc. But alas, tis your poem. Thank you for the post!