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
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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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oooooh…..that witch’s thicket!!! LOVE it! 🙂
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
I chose the same image, and I LOVE where it took you.
“She’s infectious.”
She is, indeed.
I love, ‘she has daydreams for wits.’ Sounds like a Grimm tale.
Nice work about the dreamy girl with her head in the clouds! I have known a few like that! ha ha!!
Dwight
A witch! I suppose certain daydreams can be destructive… Beware – more Grimm’s here, I think 🙂
All that hair does look like a thicket.
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.
And yet she looks so demurely! I love the image of the stars burning holes to let the madness in, particularly.
A warning in that hair…powerful writing!
witch’s thicket… that is a terrific name for her hair
I think she could seduce me with that smile though
Oh, I love how you saw wicked in this image.
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.