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If These Walls Could Talk

There is still the echo of cannon-fire

tucked inside the alcoves

the shadow of men with broadswords

across the window ledges,

whispers of skirts on floorboard,

creaking corsets and stubborn doors,

muted conversations,

murmured lovers’ words,

and the echo of a family,

some gone, some misplaced, some safe.

We remember the thrum of armies,

where they marched on stone, on grass, on soil.

Where we lay, were built, and fell,

where you now walk on summer days

when the sun is high and bright,

and there was nothing else much to do

but visit local sights.

We will stand here still,

until the years pass on too far,

and then there will be no stories for us to tell

and no walls to talk anymore.

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Don’t entirely sure what I think of this piece as my brain’s a little fried from working on Shadow Dawn for the last four hours. Day one of NaNoWriMo done, twenty-nine left to go.

Anyway, I was going to give poetics a miss tonight but the prompt ‘if these walls could talk’ just took me straight to Morton Corbet Castle in Shropshire and I had to write something.

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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.

12 Comments

  1. I’m so glad you joined in, Carol. You brought me back in time with the “echo of cannon fire” and “creaking corsets”. The thought of those walls crumbling until they can speak no more is very sad.

  2. I love the way the poem begins, Carol – I always feel those traces of history in ruins and old buildings, that’s the thrill of visiting them, so your ‘echo of cannon-fire’ drew me in. I love the shadows , whispers and creaks, and the past voices, still contained within the walls. You’ve even captured the scarier ‘thrum of armies’. An evocative poem that I really enjoyed.

  3. The ruins do talk in the hiss of the wind, the rustle of the grass, the warmth of the sun and echoes of the past.

  4. hypercryptical says

    I love your words, somehow words of comfort. Walls have much to tell.
    Anna :o]

  5. You’ve done this brilliantly. It’s as if the castle walls are actually telling you about its story 🙂

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