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Bubble-Wrap Knuckles – A Poem By Carol J Forrester #DVersePoets

Fireworks popping off underneath skin,
an explosions against the brickwork.
Blood so bright it burns my retinas
and when I dreamed I can see it,
the splash,
the sizzle of colour.
My own fists tight as un-popped corks
deep in my dressing gown pockets,
buried under lint and hidden things,
like the sound of bone
crack
on plasterboard,
always plasterboard,
this fuse pulled taught between my shoulders
unlit
and your face so dark with thunder
the crash of it in a plate on the kitchen floor,
slowly starts to clear.

I feel like I need to preface this poem with the fact that it is not a description of a real event, or specifically based on one real individual. We’ve had sporadic fireworks for the last couple of weeks, so if anything, those are the main source of inspiration. Right with that out of the way, here’s an audio recording of the poem, and a note to say go and check out the rest of the poems written for tonight’s DVersePoets sound prompt.

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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.

14 Comments

  1. ‘My own fists tight as un-popped corks
    deep in my dressing gown pockets’. I particularly like this.
    Domestic bliss is overrated, isn’t it? And firework season is upon us, or is it? Well done.

    • Thank you Francis. I’ll admit I’m not a fan of fireworks season. Round here they go off for nights on end and I quite enjoy my peace and quiet.

  2. Thanks Carol, I really enjoyed your reading of this – wonderful soundings – ‘crack of plasterboard, always plasterboard’ – and that long link between ‘unlit’ and ‘the crash of it’ – The building of tension as fireworks moves indoors, fists in deep in pockets – and that final explosive of the plate on the floor. So good.

  3. No access to Audio at present (oy, don’t ask); will listen later. The writ, though, is so powerful I can hear it in my head anyway. Gooooooood stuff, CF.

  4. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    You had me at “your face so dark with thunder”. Honesty and open truthful communication are the hallmarks within our home and our marriage; albeit there are, and can be fireworks, followed by clarifying and some closure.

  5. What stands out for me is the tension that builds and builds and builds with the relief of the breaking plate at the end.

  6. sanaarizvi says

    Incredibly wordsmithing here especially; “this fuse pulled taught between my shoulders unlit
    and your face so dark with thunder,” speaks and portrays so much!

  7. I listened to the audio, Carol – your voice sounds so young! your exploration is frighteningly real and among the noises, you captured something uncomfortably familiar in the lines:
    ‘My own fists tight as un-popped corks
    deep in my dressing gown pockets,
    buried under lint and hidden things’
    and
    ’…face so dark with thunder
    the crash of it in a plate on the kitchen floor,
    slowly starts to clear’.
    In November, my daughter is doing squats to raise money for Refuge.

  8. A fantastic sound poem – that sound of cracking knuckles always makes me cringe and you brought it to life here. I also like the sinister undertones of an unhealthy relationship-glad it’s not real!

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