Poetry
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Love

For the twenty-three year old with the widow’s peak, and freshly shaved cheeks, currently on the other side of the crack between office door and door jam, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. These are the moment when I am the most in love with you. That silly, childish quirkiness that tickles the grump out of my limbs and forces me to chuckle into folded arms, head down against the desk, aware that I should be writing but in all reality, I’m struggling to do so much as turn away from you.

I flirted shamelessly for three years, until timings and courage were aligned enough that we ended up somewhere other than the shop you worked in and I, carrying something other than a so-called broken laptop, was trying to make sure that you realised that it was defiantly a date before somehow loosing my footing and almost falling straight on my arse. We’ve always found it easy to laugh.

I come home to you,

not the house or the things here.

I come home to you.

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I’m dipping my toe into the dVerse Poet’s Pub for the first time in a month or so. Today’s prompt had me a little stumped for a moment or two, and then my fiancee decided to pop his head around the door and act his usual way. His usual way being charming, silly and a little annoying.

Make sure to click the badge above and check out the Poets Pub for yourselves as well as the fantastic poets that frequent the bar. It’s a host of amazing prompt and amazing people. Well worth a visit.

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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.

36 Comments

  1. I adore this, especially, Carol:
    “quirkiness that tickles the grump out of my limbs and forces me to chuckle into folded arms”

    I laugh every day with my love, as well. So important.

    • Thank you, and you’re right, laughter is very important. I’m glad you liked that line because it is literally what happened twenty minutes ago.

    • Thank you. It’s sort of amusing because I was telling him to leave me be so I could write and then I ended up writing about the situation.

  2. Shawna says

    “That silly,

    childish quirkiness that tickles the

    grump out of my limbs”

    Exactly.

  3. So good to see you again, Carol. Love the light-heartedness in this. Always look for that sense of humor. It gets us out of the worst moments in a relationship!

    • Thank you Victoria and it’s nice to be writing at the poets’ pub again. That humour does get us out of the worst moments. It’s very difficult to stay angry at someone when you can’t even keep a straight face.

  4. If you’re striving to be a better writer Carol, I’d say you’re on the right path.Your humor stands out and your guarded vulnerability is perfect for this piece. Well done!

  5. sMiLes..
    romance
    IS A laugh
    that never wears pants..
    or head of house hold per say..
    the frOwn that
    cracks a grin..
    and the
    smack
    that
    only tickles
    a chagrin as
    Win for Love..

    Love
    works Love
    works hard..:)

  6. This line sounds like my husband: ‘That silly, childish quirkiness that tickles the grump out of my limbs and forces me to chuckle into folded arms’. Lovely to see you at the Poets Pub, Carol!

  7. Exactly, Carol…one of the main reasons I married my man is because he makes me laugh (at him,and myself). Lovely writing!

  8. This was a delight to read from start to finish. The senryu at the end is a serious and moving ending to the more humourous prose.

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