Your Mother
Your mother was antediluvian.
Woollen skirts and flat soled shoes.
She burnt the dresses deemed to short
when the sun was low enough
that the neighbours wouldn’t see the smoke.
She spoke to you with asperity,
and I noticed when sleepovers
became weekends,
and then weeks.
Only to be punctured
by cantankerous phones calls
demanding locations.
The first time you swore,
she turned white.
It wasn’t really the first time,
but she’d never heard you before
and the fuck stabbed her
like all the little hair pins
she used to hold herself together.
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Published by Carol J Forrester
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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