Poetry
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Knots

Knit one, pearl one, drop one, stitch one.

knit one, pearl one, drop one, stitch one,

knit one, pearl one, drop one, stitch one,

until the thread has all but run out

and all that is left are two frayed ends.

That is where you will find me,

hands clutching onto the ribbons

of something I once tried to create.

Knit one, pearl one, drop one, stitch one,

until there is nothing but loose wool

and empty space.

Knit one, pearl one, drop one, stitch one,

until I have woven enough tangles

to bring you back to me again.

Knit one, pearl one, drop one, stitch one,

this is what I shall do again and again.

Knit one, pearl one, drop one, stitch one,

knit one, pearl one, drop one, stitch one,

this is what I shall do again and again.

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Photo By: Francesca Woodman

Written for today’s prompt from Magpie Tales.

 

 

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three 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.

21 Comments

  1. Ah, the fibers of our being trying hard to hold them together but, in the end the threads unravel…a catchy phrase that works to hold the poem together. I enjoyed your creation.

  2. This feels like raising children to me. So much time and energy spent in their creation. Till the years are spent and they just go. Its hard to resist celebrating the tangles that bring them back…

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