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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 writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. 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. 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 on her site Writing and Works.

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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