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Shadow Of A Sin

In the calm of an empty room

I found Pride behind the mirror glass,

and coaxed it into daylight.

I fanned flames from ash

with a slip of red silk,

slashed open white to the skin,

bared like orange pith,

small defense against an outside world.

Like water,

Pride slipped from me at a doorway

and in the mirror

was only sin the colour of shame.

Grey again in the ruins of an inferno,

I told myself

no one was looking at me anyway.



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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. I like the self reflection and the concluding last line gave me pause ~ Good one, including the creative title ~

    • See I’m not sure it’s about rationalising our vices so much as realising that it’s not always vice to want to feel confident in our own bodies. It’s like a lot of things, all in moderation.

      • Perhaps I misread. I believe you are talking about your own self-confidence and feeling proud of your self! …leaving it all at the door when you leave. Very good!

  2. Self-reflection and ‘Pride behind the mirror glass’ – a wonderful poem, Carol. The ‘slip of red silk, slashed open white to the skin’ is a strong contrast to ‘Grey again in the ruins of an inferno’.

    • Thank you Kim. I was trying to find that contrast between feeling amazing in something but then loosing all that confidence like knocking over a glass of water.

    • To be honest that wasn’t what was on my mind when I wrote this. It was more about the fragility of self confidence and the isolation that comes with anxiety and low self esteem. I think I may have missed the mark though.

  3. I like your spoken version and how your pride eluded you like quicksilver or liquid. It’s not so readily captured or tempered. I found the ending to be profoundly sad and can relate, as I wrote about this a bit in my own poem for this prompt. Here we are wrestling with evil or at least with vices, to the point of near death, and no one even cares.

    • Thank you for your comment. I kind of wanted to flip the idea of pride on its head with this one. I know it’s seen as a sin or a vice but in the other hand self-confidence and self-assurance are a sort of pride as well. Without them we suffer just as much as with too much.

  4. Mirrors in two poems in a row from you. They are both so lovely and rich, and the spoken version is a great gift… so it is wonderful to have confidence, that I believe requires no penance. To lift one up over another is more at the root of sinful pride. The truth for the woman in the poem is that a very important person is looking at her, she herself, and she can love and value that I would hope, but it can be a process. This resonates with me today as I am sitting in my car typing this I am just about to step out for the first time in broad daylight dressed and presenting as a mildly good-looking transgender female, nervous, proud, not confident, perhaps wanting and simultaneously hoping “nobody is looking at me anyway.” Cheers! Thank you, here goes!

    • Thank you for this lovely comment and I wish you all the best today! I hope you find your confidence along the way and that these first steps are ones of joy.
      I felt like I might have missed the mark with this poem but you’ve shown me that I was closer with it than I thought.

  5. i See God ALL As Human Nature
    too now So i Won’t iMaGinE
    Be unHappy
    NoW to See Flesh
    And Blood Alive uP Close And Very Personal
    For Nothingness IS A LoneLiest Place oF aLL..
    So.. Whenever i See Feel Sense SPiRiTiNG
    Younger Folks TaKinG
    Selfies i Say Wow
    A Group
    of Humans
    who are not
    afraid oF aLL
    That is God as them too now..:)

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