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In The Undercurrent

It’s almost as if someone forgot to turn the radio off.

Not in this room

but the one across the hall or down the corridor,

a somewhere that can’t be found

no matter how many corners I check.

The distance turns voices to static,

punctured with partial comments

slipping between floorboard

like strings of mist on summer mornings.

Even if I press my ear to the wallpaper

I still can’t link the lines into one another.

The harder I try

the deeper the crackle in the speakers.

If I busy myself,

turn the dishwasher on,

boil the kettle,

fill the house with the rattle and clatter of things needing to be done,

I might just stand a chance.

A hiccup in the warble leaves a sentence

pressed against my ear,

burrowing its way through

to find the next line

in the dark of the grey matter inside.

All the while the radio continues playing

in a room I cannot find.


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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.

49 Comments

  1. sanaarizvi says

    “A hiccup in the warble leaves a sentence pressed against my ear”… I love this phrase!💖

    • That seems to be the general consensus with this piece. I didn’t intend for that to happen but I’m a little proud that it seems to have evoked such strong emotions.

  2. Your poem has got under my skin, Carol. I especially like the lines:
    ‘The distance turns voices to static,
    punctured with partial comments
    slipping between floorboard
    like strings of mist on summer mornings’.
    The bit about pressing your ear to the wallpaper reminds me of the story ‘The Yellow Wallpaper’ by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, in which a woman believed there were women creeping around behind the wallpaper.
    My favourite lines are:
    ‘A hiccup in the warble leaves a sentence
    pressed against my ear,
    burrowing its way through
    to find the next line’.

    • Thank you. I was trying to put into words what it can be like trying to write sometimes. When the words are half there but you’re struggling to put them onto the paper.

  3. Beverly Crawford says

    Beautiful use of words … which left me filled with sympathy and wishing that the sound of hope would surface.

  4. “It’s almost as if someone forgot to turn the radio off.” this line stopped me in my tracks similarly to how the lines in Slaughter 5 stopped me, “Listen. Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time.” this was a delight to read, even if a bit of that dreamy-awake feeling about it.

    • Thank you, I’m really glad you liked that line. It was one of those that when I wrote it I just got that feeling I was going to like what happened next.

  5. I love the word choice and the ending. I have felt like this sometimes in the murmur of the air conditioner I think I sometimes hear music. But then I usually hear music so maybe my brain’s always playing. 🙂

  6. This had all the almost unbearable lucid of a nightmare and all the random coincidences that occur therein. A fantastical and well-paced tale.

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