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Fallen To Temptation

My mother taped mittens to my wrists,

that made my hands sweat

into wet worms without purchase.

She told me that you were dangerous

but by then I was older,

knew how to sink my claws in,

and to give in to the itch.




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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.


  1. Ha! I am deeply allergic to insect bites. I sympathize with the wearing of those sweat wet mittens. Glad you scratched!

    • I have to admit that I’ve never actually worn them, but I do get eczema on my legs so if the weather changes suddenly I’m all sorts of itchy. Felt this was a more interesting poem than me squirming around like a madwoman each time the season changes because my legs are on fire.

  2. That must have been really uncomfortable ~ But I admire the change of character from following orders to taking control of one’s life, and giving in to the temptation ~ Thanks for joining us ~

    • Now I’ve not actually had mitts taped to my hands before, only the threat of it raised, but I imagine you wrap it over the top of the mitts to narrow the openings over the wrists rather than sticking the tape to the skin. Not as bad but no doubt still unpleasant.

    • Thank you. I’ve been lucky enough to avoid any fly bites this year and I didn’t think another poem about sunburn would fit the bill .

  3. It is so hard to suppress the urge to itch and once you do it’s chaos. I once had poison sumac and that was the worst, it spread all over my body. It was not fun.

    • I’ve never heard of poison sumac. I get eczema on my legs each year with the change of seasons and I’m sensitive to certain cleaning products, yet despite twenty-five years of dealing with this I still can’t resist the urge to itch. I must admit that I’m never actually been forced to wear mittens however. My husband does suggest it each time my eczema flares up however.

  4. To Transcend
    And Ascend
    the Itches
    of Life
    Takes Practice
    outside of Mittens
    However Mittens are a Start…
    With Tactile Over-Sensitivity
    just the thought of Touching
    almost anything Human Made is
    what most
    folks imagine
    is itch or pain..
    no words just no words
    but no putting on the Mittens at all..
    now.. so many Negative things in LiFE i’ve Transcended
    And Ascended But Never Most Human Made Stuff to Touch..:)

  5. I have to say, I felt sorry for the mother in this one! Hard to manage a child when it means distressing them…it’s a powerful little poem, lots and lots packed tight into 44 words.

  6. I agree with Sarah – a powerful little poem, Carol! I remember mittens sewn into sleeves and find ‘wet worms without purchase’ so effective. I have terrible eczema on my hands and arms at the moment, which is further exacerbated by rubber gloves, which I have to wear as I’m sensitive to cleaning products! I love the way the two different relationships are presented in forty four words.

  7. sanaarizvi says

    Love the tone in this deliciously dark poem. Mittens just make the itching worse.

  8. WOW! Just WOW! I wish you were sitting beside me as I’m sipping my coffee and could hear my out-loud WOW as I finished reading this! You really included a twist at the end….I had a quizzical look on my brow, I’m sure, as I read the first few lines??? Mittens taped on hands??…..and then the END! So so well done!

  9. this is such a testament to memories, and the wording is absolutely fascinating ~ and of course, the transition that is seamless, and the ending, which brings us to a whole new place – it’s amazing how you’ve transitioned us seamlessly from innocence to independent adult exploration …
    all in 44 well crafted and chosen words – wow!

  10. Wow…an unexpected turn of reflections. LOVED it. As one who cares and educates 10 toddlers on any given day, I say yes to taped mittens!

  11. Sooo… was he cute and as dangerous as Mother thought? Did mother help the girl avoid rash decisions? Wonderful sweet entendre. Well done.

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