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Silver Street

The cobbles run uneven here,

sloped and sinking slowly

like a old man finally easing,

breathing out and falling

into the cushions of an armchair.

When the rain comes quick

and sudden,

the street darkens to pitch

and the rivers between the stones

shimmer with stars

thrown from shop windows,

as the street lamps lean in closer

and watch you skim across the water

always too quick

for me to save the picture.

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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.

12 Comments

  1. Beautifully written, Carol. I like cobbles but they don’t like me, I usually managed to slip on them, especially in the rain. I love the simile:
    ‘sloped and sinking slowly
    like a old man finally easing,
    breathing out and falling
    into the cushions of an armchair’
    and the lines:
    ‘and the rivers between the stones
    shimmer with stars’.

  2. and the rivers between the stones

    shimmer with stars

    thrown from shop windows,

    I particularly love that – you really capture the beauty of a wet night.

  3. It felt to me like an evening in old London, the yellow street lights, dancing off the pavement. Lamps lighting indoors, very warm and inviting

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