Poetry & Prose by Carol J Forrester
Outside My Window
The house is boiling
and the windows are open,
thrown upwards in desperation,
in the hopes air might move
and steal a little of this heat
away from us.
You are outside,
and I know this because
thunk, thunk, thunk,
is the only breeze coming in.
You have relegated the bin
to foam cylinder thing holder,
while you and a mate
take swings
with samurai swords.
I stay in the office,
eyes on my computer.
I will clean up the mess later.
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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i can sense the heat rolling in waves off this poem, and the frustration but also the mundane. lovely job with piecing this all together to create such a solid scene.
Thank you, I’m glad to hear it reads that way.