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Leftovers #DVersePoetics

If I was my mother,

and you were a horse,

I would not wrap the lead

into my fist

as we walk the track

with their ruined nissan huts

patch up by ivy,

so we can’t see through

the hollow sockets

of broken windows

to the emptiness inside,

always emptiness inside,

and always me with a fist

of lead

to draw you closer

to heel

in case the emptiness

is not what it seems.

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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. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    Very deep, rife with maternal stress and frustration. I see it as a letter to your children, who will inherit a world they did not make.

  2. Ominous emptiness and ‘hollow sockets of broken windows’ – I don’t want to be left behind after Armageddon.

  3. Ominous and embodying well the constant tension of motherhood, just trying to keep everyone unharmed, but often at mother’s own detriment.

    • It’s really interesting how many people have linked this to motherhood while I was actually remembering walking the family dog past the old world war two buildings crumbling around my parent’s farm.

  4. The veiled sense of threat in the emptiness that might not be what it seems- as it moves from inside the ruins to inside the person, the striving for some sort of control by clutching the dog’s lead tightly, the overwhelming persistent delapidation that sprang from violence, still the clutching tighter, still the uncertainty, the threat, the emptiness. This is beautiful and disconcerting and spot on for the prompt. the emptiness staring back at us until it is inside us. Ghosts of past and present.

  5. Wonderful….the way the thoughts seem to take a walk along with you until the ending which is thought provoking, even a bit eerie.

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