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The Words [An Ovillejo]

Caught up in this old jumble of paper and ink

I find… I think …

some thought or story half forgotten over time,

words taught to climb

and weave their way through eye and mind

until into the soul they wind

seeking down until depths until that place they find

were they root themselves in thought and breath

and are spoken lastly only unto death.

I find… I think … words taught to climb until into the soul they wind.


I’m not the biggest fan of form poetry, just because of how restricting it can be and how it can breed bad poetry when the work is forced. I really enjoyed working with the parameters of this form however. It challenged me to really think about what I was writing, which is what I love about dVersePoets and their New Form nights.

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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. Carol, your final line, and the fragments that lead to it, are perfection. What a wonderful unwinding.

    You just need to add one more line (Ovillejos are 10 lines).

    It should come between these two lines:

    “until into the soul they wind
    (new line here)
    where they root themselves in thought and breath”

    …and rhyme with “wind,” and be a slightly longer line, like your time/mind/death/breath lines.

    This is a fantastic start, and I love the way it flows. Form-wise, it’s an easy fix. 🙂 Thanks so much for playing! I’m loving what everyone is doing with this great form!

    • Thank you for the comment. I’ve added in the extra line, and thank you for such a detailed explanation, it made it really easy to go back and fix my mistake.

  2. What a beautiful poem, Carol, and tribute to ‘words’ and how they touch us and merge into our souls…breathtaking.

  3. While form can lead to bad poetry, when done right, the strictures of firm can also really inspire some wonderful poetry. You have done a great job with this one.

  4. You did a great job… I agree that forms can be very forced, but done right I think it adds a lot… restrictions is something that in the long run is good for poetry…. but it can also lead you to slaved words.

  5. Words.. iN written
    style.. guideposts..
    iN association
    oF emoTioNs
    true.. no less
    vinyl.. or digital..
    words can guide
    Us back to heARts..
    lost.. language and
    emoTion.. bed
    fellows and
    when Art
    and words

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