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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.


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 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. 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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