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Poems Of Power – A Poetry Link-Up

Last Monday I threw out the idea for a weekly poetry link-up where you write a poem based on a line from another blogger’s work. I can’t speak for everyone, but I often find inspiration in some of the fantastic pieces here on WordPress and I know we have all probably had that moment where you read something and find yourself thinking ‘I really wish I was the one who’d written that.’

So once again I’m inviting you to go onto your reader, hunt through the poetry tag, and find a line that sparks inspiration in you. Make sure to credit the original writer in your post and revel in the wonder that is the fantastic mass of poetry at our fingertips.

For me this week, it’s the following line that’s caught my eye.

Viaducts were built by the conquerors

Auf Wiedersehen by cirque de la nuit

Please make sure to check out the poem it came from in full, it’s a fantastic piece that I fell in love with immediately. The poem just seems to simmer with power when you read it.

If you want to join in then the linky-took is below the quote. Have fun writing.


 

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Stones Throw

The farmers came with calloused hands in need of stone,

to build their boundaries and their hearth walls

among the lands that lost the names we’d forged,

regardless of the laws we’d written,

the last of which were echos in the marsh reeds

our ghosts waving at the workers about their tasks,

backs bent beneath another master lash.

And all in all the stones were taken,

chipped, chiseled, smashed and broken,

and we lay quiet in the waters of the empty marshes

so far from the glories we had dreamed to see,

so distant from the homes we’d wish to see

when reality caught up upon our dreams like grey mist

and it all burnt away on a sunrise

without even a stone to mark where we had been.

 

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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.

2 Comments

  1. “and we lay quiet in the waters of the empty marshes
    so far from the glories we had dreamed to see,”– These lines impacted me viscerally,just dolefully lovely. the visual description so perfectly captures this feeling of forlorn despair. Marvelous work!

    • Thank you very much, I’m really glad you enjoyed it. For some reason your piece got me thinking about Hadrian’s Wall, the impact of the Romans on England, and how so much of it has now faded due to the realities of mundane life.

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