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Love Song

I do not love you like the ocean,

I’m much too scared of drowning.

Instead I love you like a battered paperback,

small enough to pocket

on walks from dorm rooms to lecture halls.

I love like the blanket my housemate bought me,

too pink to be polite

but a soft cucoon against my skin

warm on cold winter nights.

I love you like anything that can be forgotten

tucked away or to one side,

but hangs around in the quiet moments

still very much alive.

I do not love you like life itself,

but I love you a little like breath.

In the same way that I do not think about it,

in the same way that to not would be nonsense

in the same way that I don’t know how to stop

without the pressure in my chest building

to a point where I think I might shatter me pieces.

I suppose I love you a little like breathing.

I do not love you like the ocean though.

With you I have never been afraid of drowning.

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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.

21 Comments

    • It was a wonderful prompt and I loved the examples. Writing my own piece turned out to be trickier thought and I ended up trying to pull out some really concrete imagery as I felt like a few of my past attempts were getting lost in trying to be too poetic

  1. I love the contrasts in your poem. This line is wonderful…
    I do not love you like life itself,
    but I love you a little like breath.
    Dwight

  2. The first five lines could stand on their own as a pocket love poem, Carol – I love them! The whole poem is so gentle and intimate poem, and it speaks from the heart. I also love the final line. 🙂

  3. A fresh love poem, Carol. I especially like these lines:

    In the same way that I do not think about it,

    in the same way that to not would be nonsense

    in the same way that I don’t know how to stop

  4. this is absolutely breathtaking, I love that you managed to make me understand true love even though I’ve never actually been in love! Your writing is honestly wonderful, keep it up! 🙂

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