Poetry & Prose by Carol J Forrester
Your memory grew hands from shadows,
nails which scritched along my scalp,
reminded me that your were behind,
never in front.
It didn’t matter how fast I turned.
You were always just out of sight.
A shadow clinging to my shoulders,
faded
and laughing.
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. View all posts by Carol J Forrester
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Carol, this is visceral, taunting, haunting. And brilliant. Your title is perfect, and this piece has so many layers.
wow, really, really good! the opening image of a memory growing hands from the shadows is original and powerful and absolutely pulled me in.
Shivers!
This is one of those unsettling poems… But so well written I like it despite the feeling of nightmares.
A shadow clinging is chilling ~ A good one Carol ~
I see a past love, taunting and tormenting.
Chilling? Maybe. But perhaps a bit playful too. I guess it depends on how you interpret it.
Shadows can be haunting indeed. Well written.
Hands from shadows, what a wonderful start to describe those memories that haunt us.
Love how you could interpret this in so many ways. 🙂
So many poems how we are affected by the/our shadows. Well penned!
Oh this one gave me goosebumps!! Beautifully done ❤️
Fantastic opening line: ‘Your memory grew hands from shadows’ and I love where it took you, Carol.
Oh my, this gave me a shiver!
Shadow Koan
iNk Blot sAMe..
sHade coloR
diFferent sAMe..:)
Oh wow, there is much between the lines here….gave me a chill. Very effective in it’s images.
Very spooky!