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Rain Will Not Be Left Out In The Cold

She brings it in with her,

the rain,

clung to the tip of her nose

and through her hair

so it’s blacker than night.

 

Strips out of her waterproofs

till she has shape.

Colour,

risen high in her cheeks,

on the knuckles of her hands.

 

Reveals the desperation of it,

crept through

zips and openings.

Slid a caress down her neck

till she bears a collar of its touch.

 

Trails it deeper into the kitchen,

Siren kettle

a song to sodden socked feet,

printing a vanishing trail

across the tiles.

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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.

17 Comments

  1. Loving this description of coming in from the rain…and a good drenching at that! Smiled at the sodden sock feet leaving a trail 🙂

    • Not so sure my mum was as impressed with the drenching. Didn’t matter how good the kit, the rain always found a way in eventually.

    • It is a reoccurring memory from my childhood. Sheep farming means getting soaked through regularly during winter and spring. (My mother that is)

  2. A wonderful capture of coming in from the rain, Carol. I especially love the rain on her nose and in her hair, the colour in her cheeks, and the way it got in everywhere. My favourite lines:
    Siren kettle
    a song to sodden socked feet,
    printing a vanishing trail
    across the tiles.
    If it was me, my glasses would have steamed up!

  3. Oh, so well observed, so accurately detailed – I can see those reddened hands, and the squelching feet. Put that kettle on!

  4. Beverly Crawford says

    Ah, the siren sound of the kettle, so welcome after a good drenching! Good write.

  5. Helen Dehner says

    Your poem is a delight … I could feel the rain, my soaked socks, hear the kettle. Thank you!

  6. s.s. says

    I loved sodden socks printing a vanishing trail. Brought a smile 🙂

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