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Back In Time

Some nights I dream I’m back at school,

stomach crawling up my throat

while I wait

for the hall to open its doors,

and swallow me whole.

I return to being terrified,

to being her.

I remember it too well,

she’s not gone far.


I love the quadrille night over at the DVerse Poets Pub. Tonight’s prompt for your 44 word poem is ‘dream’. Take it however you like so long as the word ‘dream’ or a derivative of it appears in the poem.

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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 can feel her fear, Carol. I was new to schools often from the ages of 9 to 14, and you have captured this feeling so well.

  2. I too dream of being back in school with my “stomach crawling up my throat”…and being totally unprepared for anything.

  3. Schooldays! Not my favourite either … you nail your fear here very well and the imagery of the hall door swallowing you whole is quite powerful

  4. I remember that feeling of my stomach crawling up my throat – it wasn’t the school itself but the people in it.

  5. It’s amazing how school has traumatized most of us. There are no nightmares worse than the school ones, the missed exams, oversleeping, missing the bus etc etc. Something ought to be done about it 🙂

  6. I have dreams of being in school as well, usually toward the end of the semester and I can’t remember what classes I signed up for or where they are held.

  7. hypercryptical says

    Thankfully I never dream of school for it would be a nightmare.
    I was a different person then and I hated school, so understand your words.
    Anna :o]

  8. I fear those dreams too. I was a terrible student. I probably deserved all the punishments I got. Hope you graduate soon 😂

  9. The fear is real, but dwell not on the past and try to look at your accomplishments. The reader can feel the anxiety of being swallowed whole.

  10. Oh my… you’re wording so well here a fear we have — if not about all our school days, at least some of them. School can be traumatic for sure.

  11. It’s interesting how our minds keep rehashing past fears in our dreams. Nicely written, Carol.

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