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Just a murmur, a whisper,

that was all it was.

Passed like an injured bird,

cupped between your hands,

palms hollowed so not to crush its wings

heart a juddering drum beneath feathers.

It sang to me

like you did.

It gave me life.


It’s Quadrille night over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Tonight’s prompt is ‘murmur’.


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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. Oh, this is exquisite. What an absolutely beautiful description for received words of hope……this is just an amazing write. And so grateful are we when we’re handed this one lovely word/gift of hope and yes, we nurture it, hold it close, protect it. I’m so reminded of my dear dear friend who battled ovarian cancer for two years. She would not give up. And when doctors said there was nothing more, she demanded more. She always held hope in her heart. I miss her.

    • I’m sorry for your loss Lillian, but she sounds like a wonderful person. Hope can be so fragile but it can also be so fierce. Well done to her for not giving in and demanding more.

  2. Larkin says

    “heart a juddering drum beneath feathers” … I love that. This is a wonderful poem.

  3. That’s wonderful, a kind murmur, or whisper. The gentleness of this is such a stark contrast to the usual uses of the subject, sounds really cool!

    • Thank you. Those last three lines were the ones I was least confident about. I was trying to make something work within the word count and they didn’t feel quite a smooth as the rest so I’m really happy to hear you enjoyed them.

  4. You have given the readers a gentle song of hope. I can feel myself cupping the fragile bird in my palms.

  5. I am a sucker for birds and feathers, Carol, and fell in love with the images in your Quadrille:
    ‘cupped between your hands,
    palms hollowed so not to crush its wings
    heart a juddering drum beneath feathers’.

  6. Laura Bloomsbury says

    the ‘juddering drum’ makes it all so tenuous and tender

  7. sanaarizvi says

    Beautiful!💖 This reminded me of Emily Dickinson.

    “Hope” is the thing with feathers. 💖

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