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Along The Corridor

There are doors in my head too big for their frames.

Winter came and I learned that wood swells when wet.

Some have seized on their hinges, too fat to budge,

other simply moan a little when I pry past them

and then a few I cannot close at all, no matter how hard I try.


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Yesterday’s prompt from the dVerse Poets Pub was to write a five line poem. I’ve written a few in the past, mostly fixed form pieces like Tankas, but tonight I thought I’d keep things simple and limit myself only to the line count.

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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.

16 Comments

  1. Interesting idea about doors being too big for their frames. Normally I think they always fit, but it they didn’t there would be problems.

    • The idea came from staying in a holiday cottage once where the doors were all new wood. Because it hadn’t been seasoned for long enough before being cut, the weather and the underfloor heating cause the doors to warp out of shape. Even when you closed them they didn’t sit flush.

  2. i like the analogies too, when we think too much our brain swells bigger than our skulls can contain it just like those wet doors, the frames strain. lovely writing

  3. Doors…what a wonderful metaphor, giving us much to think about. The oversized door made me think of over compensating or over protected.

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