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Shooting Stars

You convinced me that the pebble in your palm

was part of a star that had fallen from the heavens

when you opened your mouth for the first time

and screamed down the gods to demand an explanation

of why you had to do this all again.

I was too young to know what you meant

when you called yourself an old soul.

Reincarnation hadn’t been covered in school,

the idea of living, dying, living, dying, living

over and over

held the same impact on my mind

as when my mother tried to explain gravity

by dropping household items

from various heights onto the kitchen floor

while telling me that it was an invisible force beneath my feet

that kept me from floating off the planet.

When I grew older

I learnt that stars did not become pebbles

and for a while I wondered if you’d meant to say it was a meteor,

a little fragment of space debris you’d discovered by accident

in a black pockmark upon your father’s perfect lawn.

It took me longer to realise there was nothing special

about the tiny grey stone you’d gripped inside your fist

whenever we’d gone anywhere beyond the timber fence

at the bottom of your garden.

Part of me wonders

if you carry it around still.

Perhaps it’s tucked inside your jacket pocket,

loose among the clutter of a rucksack,

relegated to a windowsill or mantelpiece

stuck next to photos and knickknacks from the life you’ve lived.

I wonder if it’s still part of a star to you.

Daily Prompt: Astral



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.


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