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All To Market #DVersePoets #TuesdayPoetics

When the backboard drops they spill like water over a fall,

woolly bodies frothing from the flight decks,

feet upon each others’ backs.


There is a boy behind the hurdles,

already knee bent in anticipation,

fingers spread for the catch.


Outside, a woman is selling cauliflower.

Holds the head of it like a newborn

between the palms of her hands.


A farmer rattles pounds in his fist,

counts his luck,

passed it on to the winning bid.


In a corridor there is a circle

of bowed heads and five pence jumps,

till the circumference is a singular.


A lone man is loading up,

clicks the gates on what he brought,

tries not to fumble the catch.


Someone whispers at an absence,

shakes a head at suspicion,

does a math of miles inside their head.


They wait to hear the hammer fall.






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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019. 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 when she can. 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 poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were 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.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 on her site Writing and Works.


  1. “Outside, a woman is selling cauliflower.

    Holds the head of it like a newborn

    between the palms of her hands.”
    This is a startling and vivid image, Carol, Beautifully crafted poem>

  2. Ok…..this reminds me of the 4-H fairs in Iowa where, at the livestock tent, the kids lead their sheep/cow into the ring and the farmers bid on it. Or they enter through a gate…and the hammer falls to declare the final bid.
    And…as others have said, the woman with the cauliflower head is an amazing detail!

  3. sanaarizvi says

    Wowww!! ❤️ This is incredibly rich in tone and imagery. I love the image of the woman with “selling cauliflower,” and holding the head like “a newborn between the palms of her hands.” 🙂

  4. Most farmer’s markets here don’t couple with an animal auction; that’s a separate gig. But it makes your market more exotic.

  5. That’s a real traditional farmers’ market with livestock, which reminds me of scenes from Thomas Hardy’s novels. I love the rich description in this poem, Carol: the sheep spilling like water over a fall, ‘woolly bodies frothing’ and the woman holding the head of cauliflower ‘like a newborn between the palms of her hands’. I like the way the poem ends, waiting for the hammer to fall.

  6. Wonderful description of unloading the sheep, the cauliflower vendor, and ending with the auctioneer’s gavel (I assume?).

  7. Hi Carol. Very wonderful work! Honest expression shared openly. I am having an existential crisis tonight. I invite you to come visit me, cross my bridge of dreams, and listen to Joni sing like an angel!

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