Poetry
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Past The Aftermath

When I yanked, twisted,

you came loose.

Fallen, you held up your arms

and wined like a child

looking for their mother.

I remember staring at you,

head titled and cheeks still damp.

I remember looking at you

and wondering

where I’d found beauty.

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Happy Monday readers! Tell me, could you write a piece in just 44 words? Why not give it a go with the rest of the lovelies at dVerse Poets Pub. Today’s theme is twist, so let’s twist and shake off any residual Monday blues.

I’ve decided that this week is going to be super productive. I’ve done some studying tonight, I’ve worked on some poetry and I’ve still got a couple of hours before bed. That means I’ve hopefully got time to read some of the other Quadrilles over at dVerse, work on a poem for my work’s newsletter and get something down for NaPoWriMo Day Eighteen’s prompt ‘sounds from your childhood’.

We’re off to a good start to the week.

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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.

34 Comments

  1. I had a thought of birth too but then couldn’t connect the whining like a child. The ending was a surprise twist.

  2. As you said, the varied comments point out the ambiguity of this work. I’ll stick my head out and say it’s about the ending of a relationship. I know one guy who shed genuine tears, and many others that cried from the bash to their egos.

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