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Sunsets Over Sleeping Cities – #DVersePoetics

Syrup thick the evening slides in,

through an open window,

past clinking blinds left low.

 

Settled in the heat of floorboards,

today edges towards tonight

uncertain of any other name.

 

Could be Sunday for all its softness,

its lifted underbelly showing

to a glow on the horizon.

 

Even the birds seem distant,

their swooping songs drifting

deeper into the quietness.

 

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In other poetry news, guess who finally had time to work out kindle publishing! ‘It’s All In The Blood’ can now be purchased on kindle through the amazon store. Feeling more than a little smug with myself I must say.

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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.

27 Comments

  1. There is something unsettling and sinister in the way evening settles in… when even the birds are distant. I am allowed out and walk more than i have done in years… feeling close to the birdsong.

    • I’ve been in the garden far more since lock-down started. The other night I went out just to sit and listen to the quiet. Very off in the middle of a town, but also rather beautiful. Some good is coming from this forced slow down. I think a lot of us are reconnecting with ourselves and the natural world.

  2. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    This is both stunning and beautiful, a poem with perfect edges and wondrous word-smithing–“syrup thick the evening slides in” and “could be Sunday for all its softness”.
    Really, Carol, this is one of your best poems.

  3. I get a feeling of reality receding with the birds, with whatever slipped in the window taking its place.

  4. “Syrup thick”- makes me picture Canada just for its stereotypes and I haven’t even been there. Thank you for sharing this with the world. It feels like a moving postcard to me.

  5. I love the atmosphere in your poem, Carol, it’s just like a Sunday evening, the way it ‘slides in, / through an open window’, right down to the heat of floorboards and ‘its lifted underbelly showing / to a glow on the horizon’. Such gorgeous imagery!

    I’ve downloaded your book to read later – looking forward to it!

    • If you enjoy the book, would you mind leaving a little review on amazon please? The algorithms are based mostly on reviews so it really helps.

          • A book I’ve been reading with The Pigeonhole that’s good is The Secrets of Strangers by Charity Norman. Two of my favourites are Postcards from No Man’s Land by Audan Chambers and How I Live Now by Meg Rosoff.

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