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Lost And Forgotten

Beyond the brook, in the woods, there are huts.

Grey, empty eyed, with crumbling mouths,

scattered, separated, almost forgotten.

They sit alone, abandoned and abused,

besieged by pine and birch.

Ignored by walkers, they wait for soldiers, long from war

and as they fall, the scavengers come, to strip away any worth

until all that’s left, are empty shells, and broken bones

slowly rusting into the earth.


I’m writing about home again tonight. Dotted around my parent’s farm are a number of old army huts that I knew were once part of an RAF base, but were crumbling away to ruin. It turns out that my parents farm was partially built on an army base that was constructed in 1915 and served a fair few purposes over the years, including a prisoner of war camp at one point. My first few driving lessons actually took place on two of the three runways that made up the airfield, one on our neighbour’s land and one that runs along the edge of my parent’s farm.

If you’re interested here’s a link to the Wikipedia page. Despite living beside those huts for twenty-one years I don’t seem to have any photos, I’ll have to have a wander around them next time I’m in the area and take some so I can show you. I might even whip out the old history head and do a post with footnotes and sources! Until then I hope the poem suffices.

Oh, and it’s in response to tonight’s DVerse Poet’s challenge to write a piece using Trimeter. I think I managed it.



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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.


  1. I like how these three phrases which I read as trimeter tie this together: “besieged by pine and birch”, “to strip away any worth” and “slowly rusting into the earth”. Those photos of your parents’ farm should be interesting and inspire future stories and poems.

  2. How fascinating. I should think they must have been great magic places for childhood games. Can’t wait to see the photos!

  3. Very interesting, Carol! I liked this line: “Ignored by walkers, they wait for soldiers, long from war.” Nice take on the prompt!

  4. History is interesting when it’s personal. I used to work on a ranch that had an interesting history in the civil war era. Your history certainly made the story a great deal richer

  5. Haunting images, Carol. What a place for your imagination to grow. I love the personification of the huts with their ‘Grey, empty eyed, with crumbling mouths’. You can’t help but feel sorry for them:
    ‘scattered, separated, almost forgotten.
    They sit alone, abandoned and abused…
    and as they fall, the scavengers come, to strip away any worth
    until all that’s left, are empty shells, and broken bones
    slowly rusting into the earth’.
    A sad reminder.

  6. That’s That’s fascinating poem. It must be exciting to live in a land of some historical value, at least for sometime. I love how you talk about footnotes with such enthusiasm.

    • Footnotes should be treated with enthusiasm. There doesn’t seem to be much written about Tilstock Airfield but I’ve found a couple of books so I’ll probably write a post over the next couple of weeks to put up.

  7. I like that you breathed some life back into the huts. Next time you go home get their picture. There will be stories amidst those huts.

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