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Tonight Beasts Broke Loose #DVersePoets

Tonight beasts broke loose

and rose up roaring,

their bright comet backs

bleeding light from spectating stars

trembling between each other,

thankful for the distance.

Close at hand we drew curtains,

played peekaboo

with things we’d thought buried.

Only real if we see them.

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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.

28 Comments

  1. Carol, I am simply stunned by the gorgeousness and dark shadow of this line:
    “we drew curtains,

    played peekaboo

    with things we’d thought buried.”

    Oh, MY.

  2. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    Monsters come in many guises. As a child there was always one in my closet. Covers over my head always worked for me.

  3. Pretending they’ve been buried means they flame-torch your innards. Let them burn brightly until they fizzle and drop into dust.
    I really like these lines:
    “rose up roaring,
    their bright comet backs
    bleeding light from spectating stars”

  4. gillena cox says

    Ah yes i luv the image of the trembling stars, makes me think twice about all that twinkling.
    Happy Monday

    Much✏love

  5. I love the assonance in the opening lines, Carol, to convey awe and fear. The lines that stand out for me are:
    ‘their bright comet backs
    bleeding light from spectating stars’,
    and the drawing of the curtains is like the curtains coming down at the end of a play. I’m curious about the ‘things we’d thought buried’.

  6. This is lovely. It thrust me into a child waking from a nightmare, then to a mother sitting with her own nightmare-woken child, the “yes and” of playing peek-a-boo with what emerges and can never be buried. Wise and powerful words, indeed.

  7. too particularly liked these lines:
    and rose up roaring,

    their bright comet backs

    bleeding light from spectating stars

    trembling between each other,

    thankful for the distance.

    I also appreciated the contrast between the cosmic and domestic, which is actually about their similarity in playing peek-a-boo – led me to many thoughts about advancing and retreating; not to mention how we all play with denial.

    • Thank you Christine. Those are my favourite lines as well, I love the image of light playing across the night.
      It’s lovely to see a reader taking so much from the poem.

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