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In Search Of The View

You striped your shins raw and red

spilling from an open window

onto the porch roof outside.

 

Hands flat against the bitumen

you brought yourself upwards, tall,

bearing gravel bitten palms.

 

My hands will ache at the thought,

of your smile through the lifted glass,

half shadowed by the sunset.

 

Second, I was more careful in the going,

kept my skin as it should be,

clean, whole, unharmed. I did not spill.

 

Then we watched as clouds scudded

east to west on slow, hidden winds.

 

Your slips always taught me lessons.

Like how to pick old wounds clean.

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Carol J Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on her first novel ‘Darkened Daughter’ and attempting to put together a collection of poetry in the hopes of submitting to publication in 2020. 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. 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 poem ‘Sunsets’ was 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 here on Writing and Works.

12 Comments

  1. sanaarizvi says

    This is incredibly poignant. Sometimes in order to let wounds heal we need to rid ourselves of the negative people surrounding us. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! ❤

  2. Beautiful poem. Gorgeous description of climbing out on that roof but so much more. Life lessons in watching others, learning from mistakes – hopefully. Lovely

  3. Margaret Schaff Bednar says

    I love poems that embrace our past, lessons learned… they are an important part of who we are…

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