Some days the curtains won’t close tight enough,
the mattress won’t sink deep enough
and despite clutching at the duvet,
pinning it around desperate limbs,
drafts still snake their way in.
On those days it doesn’t matter how tight
I screw my eyes shut,
the light is always there behind my lids,
prickling, waiting, demanding
that I emerge and acknowledge it.
Those were the days I didn’t leave my bed.
The ones I missed class and didn’t explain why.
A time I don’t ignore,
but I still can’t name in confidence.
I let it sit in my memory
like storm clouds on a horizon,
not close enough to worry on,
but a reminder that the sun doesn’t always shine
and I haven’t always managed to smile
instead of cry.
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Published by Carol J Forrester
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.
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This really spoke to me. Thank you for sharing it.
I was a little concerned it would be too personal to post. I didn’t redraft as much with this as I have been doing with other poems.
Can totally relate to your poem…especially the lines “I let it sit in my memory,like storm clouds on a horizon,not close enough to worry on”
Loved your poem 🙂
I love this so much Carol
Thank you. I sometimes feel that no one reads the poems that do go up in response to a prompt.
I know, but they do. I’m not good at always giving feedback but know i read you frequently and your skill and gift is astounding to me