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In The Nowhere Places

Have you met the girl crowed in roses?

She has her head in the clouds that one,

stars in her eyes

and daydreams for wits.

I wouldn’t listen to her much.

She hasn’t been right since the before time

or perhaps it was the after time

the time between or yet begun?

She’s infectious.

Stars can burn if you get too close,

they prick and tickle

scorch tiny holes inside your soul

to let the madness in.

The thorn don’t help much,

they’re sharp and tough

with barbs and hooks

they’ll keep you

even if she won’t.

You won’t be the first

that looses themselves

inside that witch’s thicket.


Tonight at DVersePoets we’re writing poems based on inspiration from the wonderful  artwork by Catrin Welz-Stein.


Image By Catrin Welz-Stein


This entry was posted in: Poetry


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. You make her seem like quite a gal. The fact that stars burn holes in your head scares me. I wondered why I get so much light inside my head. It’s realy a great story you wove

  2. There’s a strong voice in your poem, Carol, that reminds me of my grandmother, especially in the lines:
    ‘She has her head in the clouds that one,
    stars in her eyes
    and daydreams for wits’.
    I love the lines:
    ‘Stars can burn if you get too close,
    they prick and tickle
    scorch tiny holes inside your soul
    to let the madness in’
    and the idea of losing oneself in a witch’s thicket.

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  4. I smiled then giggled then beamed at your lines Carole, could not decide if she was crazy or just weird like me! reminded me of Yeats poem , this crazed girl, you have a very unique writing style, a little Yeats and a lot of Emily D, my two favourite poets.

    • I really will have to read some of Emily Dickenson’s poetry because you’re not the first person to make that comparison. Thank you for the comment.

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