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While You Were Sleeping

You tell me that I talk in my sleep.

Well so do you,

and both of us,

we sound insane.

Like crazy people

because you

swear like a sailor

and I-

well I write fiction.

Work it out.

The stuff we sprout in our sleep

is breakfast conversation,

and neither can quite believe

what the other one said.

Still aching from the rib jolting chuckling

muffled into duvet or pillow,

and desperately wishing,

we’d had a microphone.


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It’s a good thing my fiancee doesn’t read this blog because he’s turning up a lot in the poems recently.

Tonight’s poetics prompt is ‘the sound of love’ and well, the only thing I can think of is the way that both my fiancee and I talk relentlessly in our sleep and both of us say some really weird stuff that amuses the other no end.

It’s not so bad if you’re being kept awake by the most ridiculous one sided conversation in existence.

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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.

35 Comments

  1. hayesspencer says

    This is true. There was a song in the 80’s, Talking in Your Sleep, about secrets. Sounds like no secrets here! I am sure you both are greatly amused by the disjointed sentences and strange things.

  2. A dialogue would be hilarious… almost like a play by Harold Pinter… what a great sound of love… and I can imagine how it feels laying next to someone swearing like a sailor…

    • It’s fairly amusing, especially when he tries to act ‘hard’ and threatens to knock some punks lights out. Normally he’d not say anything like that but in that particular dream… it’s was hilarious. He was being sooooo serious as well, it was adorable.

  3. oh…smiling I am! Just love the ideas you’ve writ here. “The stuff we sprout in our sleep” — great words here.
    Oh my — the idea of a microphone near our pillows — kind of like an apnea study but wonder if it would be different from the scientist’s side of the bed versus the poetic side of the bed? What’s your guess on that one?
    Love this take on the prompt!

    • I’m not surprised. I’ve woken up during having a conversation with Sean while being half asleep and realised I sounded insane so panicked and went ‘never-mind, you don’t understand’ and rolled over to go back to sleep.

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