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Metaphorically Speaking – #DVersePoets

You with your oak bark hands

planted on the bank

just before the hill drop

to what is now town.

 

I could see worlds

still turning in your memory,

as if the clock stopped

in a hundred different places.

 

I even recognise a few

of the people caught here

in this last place of green

before the concrete and brick.

 

It is a cruelty to take you

from this bank above town.

It is crueller still to take all this

away.

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My mother thinks I should try to write some less heavy poems, and I have been trying, but they all seem to twist into the shadows.

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Carol Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. 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. 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 on her site Writing and Works.

17 Comments

    • Where I live at the moment is expanding at such a rate that I half wonder if one day I just won’t recognise it. There’s an importance to open green spaces that isn’t really recognised anymore.

  1. Another stunning, sad poem, Carol! The lines that called out to me loudly are:
    ‘I could see worlds
    still turning in your memory,
    as if the clock stopped
    in a hundred different places.’
    Heart-breaking!

  2. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    A muscular message that resonates with all of us. I have lived over 30 years in the same place, and nearly all the open, green spaces and farms are gone now, replaced by identical ticky-tacky towers of condos and apartments. It hurts my eyes and heart, and clogs the streets with commuter traffic.

  3. I can see that last bit of green holding desperately to its place amidst the hunger Man seems to have for any resource available to him.

  4. Rob Kistner says

    Excellent use of metaphor Carol! Creatively conceived, and very effective! Very sad…

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