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Fingers And Toes

My fingers are wonky.

Long,

slender,

but wonky.

They start off straight enough,

but seem to loose focus near the ends

where suddenly they tilt off course

as if there was a cat in the road

or something.

 

 

I think it’s a Forrester trait.

Hands and feet not quite lined up

the way they should be.

The length is all Swin,

though the blood ran short

at the other end,

with teeny, tiny toes

more child than woman.

 

Index, middle and fourth

are all the same length.

Even the little

isn’t really little in comparison

just a fraction shorter

than the other mini sausages

wriggling beside it.

 

At one family gathering,

we compared missing knuckles,

stumpy thumbs

and odd shaped toes

to see who could call bingo

with a full set of oddities.

Actually,

that should have been the name

given to my family.

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I hope tonight’s poetic’s host doesn’t mind me using fingers and toes as my family trait in response to tonight’s prompt. I know we were only meant to pick one family trait, but in my defense, the two are linked and it’s the same family trait that messes with the knuckles in our hands and our feet.

In my case you can only really see it clearly in my feet but my sister has it in one hand. Her middle finger is slightly shorter than her index finger and fourth finger. Most people don’t notice my wonky fingers unless they point them out so I think I got away slightly lighter when it came to the genetics lottery.

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Carol J Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on her first novel ‘Darkened Daughter’ and attempting to put together a collection of poetry in the hopes of submitting to publication in 2020. 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. 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 poem ‘Sunsets’ was 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. More recently 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 here on Writing and Works.

17 Comments

  1. I have wonky fingers too! My husband laughs at them. But my toes are unusually long. He laughs at them too. I don’t think I’d like to be perfect, that’s boring! 🙂
    An enjoyable poem I can relate to, Carol!

    • Thanks Kim. My other half has unusually long toes too! He can use them almost like fingers, it can be a bit weird when you ask him to pass you something.

  2. That’s quite humorous, the fingers and toes family reunion. The cat in the road reference is hilarious. I refer to my toes as missle toes, they all shot off in different directions, lol

  3. Willow says

    This is so good. I love the first line, and this:

    “to see who could call bingo
    with a full set of oddities”

  4. fingers and toes can be duplicated it seems right down the family tree, like roots and branches. I loved your comparisons and the family reunion made me smile.

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