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Silent Storms

Our sort, brew confusion in copper topped jars,

somewhere out of sight,

squirrelling away every hurt and sorrow.

It’s not easy to open,

but it explodes well.

Goes off like a landmine under unsuspecting feet,

leaves craters and carnage,

with us standing centre,

unmoved.


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So I’m combining two prompts in this poem, the first is Monday’s dVerse Poets’ Pub Quadrille challenge and the second if the daily post’s ‘confusion‘ prompt.

The Quadrille is a great form to use if you want to focus on making an impact with each word you use. There are only forty-four words to use so use them wisely. Click the logo above to check out the prompt and all the other lovely people taking part.

 

 

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Carol J Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on her first novel ‘Darkened Daughter’ and attempting to put together a collection of poetry in the hopes of submitting to publication in 2020. 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. 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 poem ‘Sunsets’ was 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. More recently 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 here on Writing and Works.

28 Comments

  1. Whew. Goodness. That was every bit as powerful as its subject matter. An explosion of words intricately placed, and intrinsically laced with (somehow) graceful acid. Whew.

    LOVE:
    “brew confusion in copper topped jars”

    • Haha, thank you. That’s the only line that stayed the same through the reworking. I have decided that was the line I wanted in there no matter what.

  2. You have popped mom’s cork once too often. I know this place well. You made my childhood seem to return to life, thanks I think 🙂

  3. I like your opening line, Carol…not so great to squirrel away all our hurts and sorrows…there’s sure to be explosions!

  4. The two prompts worked very well together…seamless.
    We need to detonate those land mines, find a way to spill slowly our grievances. For some it comes easy and others, not at all.

  5. It’s not easy to open,
    but it explodes well.

    ~ah, yes. Most of the times it leaves craters but this way it’s easier to know who’ll choose to stay. 🙂

  6. Oh my — keeping sorrows and disappointments and anger bottled up — until it explodes and hurts those around us. Craters. Oh you’ve written well here —

  7. Ah, indeed. I know this well and people who do keep their emotions bottled up. Not only is the explosion toxic, but the weight of the emotions can be debilitating.

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