The daffodils brought you from the house,
along the path,
to the forgotten border beneath the crab apple
that winter’s winds had failed to fell.
There among the snow drops,
yellow faces head-bopped to the breeze
as it brushed through them like fingers,
like your fingers,
nails chewed short and jagged,
but hands so small, so soft
and always twisted up in something.
Always half cupped,
as if to hold onto something,
something among those daffodils,
out in the garden,
when Spring was still just a hope.
Just a hope.
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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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