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Waiting In The Wings #DVersePoetics

I braided a basket of my fingers,

in case I was required to catch


if you fell from any sort of height

or perhaps needed a boost

to reach a shelf

or a step

on a ladder I could hold

once I’d unwoven these hands

to grip the rungs better

if you eventually decide

to climb.



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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. I love the thought of braiding a basket of fingers to catch someone and then unweaving them to hold a ladder. The things we’d do to protect those we love.

  2. Sounds like a parent who is preparing for any emergency. Hoping the fingers are what and where they need to be should the occasion arise.

  3. Oh, I felt uneasy about those hands. They’re almost paralysed in their entanglement. I had to read this a couple of times to work out what it made me feel.

  4. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    The waiting is infinite. After the children leave the nest, grandchildren arrive, and the dance begins again.

  5. Waiting for someone to climb can soon change to being walked upon… but all that we are willing to do for those we love.

  6. This whole poem spoke to me. I especially like the beginning.
    I braided a basket of my fingers,
    in case I was required to catch

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