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Thunder Storm Man

Thunder always precedes the storm.

Like you,

wild and roaring,

an opening show

with the rest of you hiding

beyond the horizon

where the clouds were darker

packed and swirling

lightening flaring in the rips

that couldn’t be sewn together.

Gone in a flash.


I haven’t been writing very much for this blog over the last few weeks so thank you to those readers who keep coming back. Every time I sit down at the moment to write, I end up thinking of John and he ends up in my writing which is why I’ve been so absent.

I was going to dedicate a post about mental health to him today since it’s World Mental Health Day but in the end I couldn’t face writing it. Part of the problem with sitting down to write and him being the only thing I want to write about, is that it makes me want to curl up and ignore everything. It makes the world seem unreal and unbalanced.

John was diagnosed with a borderline personality disorder a while back but he didn’t tell me until this year. I don’t know much about it, only that in the last couple of years it made his life really difficult and the prescriptions he was on didn’t seem to help.

So he went looking for answers himself and instead of finding them he tumbled into a rabbit hole that he would never climb out of.

On the 30th August he accidentally ended his life.

Poetry, for a lot of us, is how we process our emotions and how we work through them.

So for the man who called one of my earliest, and possibly crappiest poems ‘a work of genius’, I give him this Quadrille and all the other poems I’ve been writing for the last month and a bit.

I miss you John, rest in peace.

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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.


      • Well maybe the words will be good for you, or someone else on a similar journey to John. Grief is a long and personal process and very different for everyone. I hope you have support around you. Go well..

    • Thank you for your kindness Victoria. I keep thinking that perhaps I’m dealing a little better but really I’ve just not let the thoughts catch up.

  1. I am so very sorry for your loss, Carol.
    This caught me, especially:
    “lightning flaring in the rips
    that couldn’t be sewn together.”

  2. I am so sorry for your loss and pain, Carol. I know about personality disorders from personal experience and you have captured the brittleness of the condition in your quadrille:
    ‘an opening show
    with the rest of you hiding
    beyond the horizon
    where the clouds were darker…
    lightening flaring in the rips
    that couldn’t be sewn together.’

  3. Writing, especially poetry, is indeed a way of processing pain and hardship. It’s a fine line between writing to heal and writing to wallow. I’ve walked that line a few times myself. I pray you stay on the healing side of that line as you process this terrible loss.

  4. A lovely tribute in your words. I can feel the pull of the wind and rain of life, as he searched for that piece of calm.

  5. This was hard for me to ‘like’ but your poetry was too beautiful not to like. I guess that’s the thing about writing and poetry, it even turns the most painful experiences of our lives somehow beautiful when it’s spilled on paper. I would say keep writing, John would be proud of how far you’ve come since. Much love❤️

    • Thank you Zee. I know what you mean about liking pieces that display someone’s pain. Especially on facebook it feels like you’re liking that someone is in pain rather than sympathising with them.
      Thank you for taking the time to comment.

      • Sometimes that’s all we want, for someone to understand our pain and even if it’s a virtual support, sometimes even that makes things a little better. Hope you are well 💝

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