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Home Imaginary

Can you build a place half ruined?

Leave some of the rooms unfinished?


Carve a fort from Shropshire sandstone,

keep the windows soaring and wide

so the light pours into libraries

endless and stacked high.

With shelves and shelves of volumes.

Every room another genre

and books that never end

and cushioned seats to loose yourself in

so time becomes impotent

and each day is just that, a day,

and each night just darkening hours.

Leave the walls to fall into the gardens

running wild with cornflowers and daisies,

a vegetable patch behind the old well,

and orchards filled with plums and cherries,

pears, apples and damsons,

the trees old, huge and untamed,

perfect for climbing.

Can I build a place like that?

Sprawling and beautiful,

creeping and quiet,

a castle, a keep,

a place for words and gardens.


Tonight’s poetic challenge is to create a building with our poems. I hope you like my booky castle. If you want to share your own perfect building or just check out the other entries, then click the badge above to go to the wonderful Poets Pub.



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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.


  1. What a marvelous home this would be. I too grow damsons from which to make my own preserves. I’d like visiting your home.

    • Thank you. Unfortunately I don’t have space for a damson tree here. I’ve got a plum, pear and cherry ready for planting but I’ll have to retreat to my mum’s farm for the damsons. If I can make enough to one day buy my dream home I’ll have every fruit tree imaginable.

  2. That sounds like a nice home with gardens replacing walls. In the right climate that might be possible. Somehow to integrate plants more into the living space and library.

    • I’m trying to do something similar in my house at the moment. The sun room has patio doors onto the decking so I’m planning on building a pergola [fiancee will build it] and have as many pants on the patio as possible, with some of the less hardy ones in the sun room so that when you open the patio doors the two spaces become one.

    • Thank you. I love that feeling where you’re so relaxed that you don’t need to worry about time moving past, you’re just enjoying what you’re doing.

  3. I love your house, Carol! A garden and a library is all I need but, I have to confess, I already have them! Your house would be perfect for Bjorn’s ageing librarian. 🙂

    • I’m glad you think so. I’m still in the middle of shaping my garden and library as we only moved in last June. I’ve got my seedlings in the propagator ready though.

  4. Sounds perfect to me. It’s maybe not surprising that most of us seek the same surroundings,though each expresses it differently. I very much like your version.

  5. “to loose yourself in so time becomes impotent”, that sound like a great place to live; a time machine. I need to lose a few decades or so. That would be better than plastic surgery. Just grab a book and let time slip past you

  6. “Leave the walls to fall into the gardens”….especially love the freedom of this thought, the peaceful transition of inside to outside.

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