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There are too many fractures

in the fabric of what we are

when talking of the greater.

We let people spill through

into the emptiness.

We mourn and demonise,

plant blame in gardens

not our own

and pretend to learn from mistakes

already repeating.


I wrote one poem for today’s Quadrille prompt before I started thinking about everything that has happened over the last few days. We always seem to be learning our lessons too late and apologising rather than preventing. I hope one day that will change.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four 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.


  1. Some lessons the human race seems destined to never truly learn — love and forgiveness chief among them. Nice take on the prompt.

  2. Another great poem using this word “spill”. Planting blame in gardens….oh my. How incredibly powerful this is.

  3. Yeah.. trUe tHeRe’s
    somEthing aBout
    spLLing the blood
    of 100K or so innocents
    and not expecting the
    oF Doom
    sooner or later
    as the whole
    reaps the
    oF aLL..
    and repeats
    as blood agaIN
    in vicious cycle
    of wash rinse
    fear hate
    LovE onLY
    bANd aid
    thaT hOlds..:)

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