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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 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. 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. 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

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. 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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