Poetry & Prose by Carol J Forrester
Despite the hosing,
stems still cling to their cobwebs.
Strands draped between limbs,
threads quivering in a threat to untangle.
Roses grow thirsty again in a moment,
stripped out of their petals
heat caught up on their thorns.
A lessening, in want of more.
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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There is nothing worse than being a gardener in a heatwave
Ah, worse yet has hit. My pear tree has black spot. 😦
At first read, I thought you’d mentioned spider webs….which can come to a garden space. But I see here, they are cobwebs…..Droughts and heatwaves do indeed play havoc with gardens.
I think I meant spiderwebs, and just forgot there was a difference.
Works either way!
Beautifully written and vivid. I can feel the heat coming off from these lines, or maybe that’s just the current heat wave here. I can imagine how in need of water those flowers would be, though!
We’ve had some wet days prior to the heat, so most of my plants have done okay. I’ve killed my hanging baskets, unfortunately I don’t have my grandmother’s dedication for high maintenance plants.
Your roses are doing well. Mine languished without any water 😦 I had to pick and choose which plants to keep alive.
This is a May photo, the blooms are long gone now I’m afraid, but they had a good year.
This is incredibly incredibly exquisite, Carol! ❤️ I love; “Roses grow thirsty again in a moment,” the poem in its entirety can be interpreted in several ways!
Thank you,
My poor roses are suffering. But yours look truly lovely!
This was back in May I think. I had a fantastic show early on in the summer, and one additional rose bloom in July which was a lovely suprise.
Lovely poem, Carol.
Thank you Bill.
You’re welcome, Carol.
Nice quadrille.
Thank you.
I certainly hope the roses won’t wilt due to the extreme heat. They seem to drink up as soon as you spray them.
I know, I think I’ve probably had the last of the flowers out of them this year, but they put on a good show.
Wonderfully descriptive, Carol. I am amazed at how tenacious those cobwebs are. Or, I guess their creators. I hose them off one day and there they are again the next.
Thank you Victoria. I quite enjoy finding all the cobwebs in the garden, I think they look quite pretty in places.
your descriptions breathe the images to us, Carol. beautiful
Thank you!
The idea of the garden wilting and dying under the heat and dryness is very strong.
“A lessening, in want of more.” Oh the simplicity of that sears. This summer has been brutal to flora and fauna, but at least fauna can go find water.
A gorgeous quadrille…and roses!