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When I Say English And Pretend I Don’t Mean Weak #DVersePoets #OpenLinkNight

I’m very English sometimes,


to the stranger staggering by,

shoulder swung into mine,

sorry caught in the air

with the dust cloud he trails.

So I’ll repeat

in case repetition makes up

for distance,

for an inability to find fire

until much later on

when I am a city or more


and still thinking about bone

and muscle

and a sharp snap of ‘move


No please.



Image by Grae Dickason from Pixabay

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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 think we’ve all been there…

    I like that unattended “sorry” floating with the dust. I wonder where they all end up?

  2. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    Your illustration is killer, and your poem is a lusty slice of an awkward moment. The arrogance and bad manners of most people today, from talking and being on their phones in theaters to apathy in public, is very troubling. For the moment I blame it on technology and Trump. Back in the 60’s we blamed it on the Russians.

  3. Oh, this is so familiar, Carol! Last month I was returning from my daughter’s and, as I crossed the concourse at Waterloo, a rather large chap barged into my frozen shoulder causing terrible pain. I apologised to him and he didn’t even stop to see if I was OK, even though he’d thrown me a little; luckily, I had a suitcase attached to the other arm or I might have gone flying.

  4. Last week I was on the Jubilee Line, and on two occasions people stood, offering me their seat. As I don’t appear ill, I assume I’m showing my age…

  5. Yes, maybe an English thing, although I think some Americans have that habit too of apologizing when they are the ones that have been wronged. Not something that I’ve adopted though! I like how that word went hanging in the air, disappearing like vapor.

  6. Rob Kistner says

    Hi poet!. Wanted to let you know I am “temporarily” sightless in my right eye from a retinal disease. It is a struggle fir me to write, but I will still wrote my pieces, going very slowly. Reading at any length is extremely difficult, and causes painful headache — so wanted to say thanks for contributing to OLN. But I won’t be able to read what you wrote, yet I wanted to visit. I spent a little time writing this best I could with one eye, i copied it, and I am pasting it in here to say hi. Got an operation coming up in about a week when the infection is down. Hopefully things will get back to normal.thanks, Rob

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