Poetry & Prose by Carol J Forrester
Slipping I slipped deeper
on every word you spoke,
caught up in the letters
like giants and their fingers
pinioned and pyloned
at the edges of my reason,
they made a fence
around my certainty.
Territorial of territory
you deemed dangerous
you became guard dog
reversed.
All teeth and snarl
when I made to leave.
Or maybe that was me
biting the hand
at my collar…
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. View all posts by Carol J Forrester
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I especially liked this polyptoton: “Territorial of territory” right at the center of the poem.
I also like the ending which makes the reader wonder who was biting. And the thought of having “a fence
around my certainty”.
Beautiful.
Biting the hand at my collar… love the play on the idiom there… a great twist.
Great use of polyptotons, Carol, and a painful read for those of us who have been in a relationship with a controlling partner. I like the twist in the ending and the phrase ‘biting the hand at my collar’.
Type A narcissists come in both sexes and all colors. You rocked the prompt, and gave a clear message…be true to thy self.
Wow! This has such an amazing ending….”biting the hand at my collar” —-
You became a guard dog reversed….
These words really speak of a disturbing relationship.
Nice writing! Really like the twist.
I particularly liked these lines:
you became guard dog
reversed.
All teeth and snarl
when I made to leave.
It is just like that, where a fence is made around certainty and the teeth are turned.
powerful poem!
Speaks eloquently of the controlling lover. Well said.
Very nice take on the prompt! Sometimes we do bite the hand that feeds us!!
like giants and their fingers
pinioned and pyloned
at the edges of my reason,
Oooo! I love this poem and your gorgeous use of simile!
Well done!
Yes! Well done!
Wonderful last line. This is such a perfect description of the impossibility of engaging with reasonable unreasoning – frustrating, infuriating and potentially very frightening. Impressive.