Watcher Under The Table – A Poem By Carol J Forrester

Exhausted, your prostate yourself,
legs aloft and crooked,
chin tilted towards some ceiling corner
as if to suggest you were focused
on anything but us.
Still,
you follow footsteps with a beady eye,
wriggle your spine against tile,
happiness thumping in rapid, swishing beats.

As Lillian shared a lovely doggy snap with us tonight, I thought I’d include a sketch I did last month. I’m currently 9,000 words deep in NaNoWriMo, but when I’m not writing I have a go at improving my drawing skills, which mainly involves many hours of looking, sketching, going ‘well that’s shit”, erasing and trying again.

Tangle Deep

‘You have a twig,’ he says
fingers already picking
at the knots and brambles
thorned in her hair.
‘There’s a leaf caught,’
powdery fragile in the blonde,
whispers of skeleton,
rib rack of split ends.
‘Let me get that for you,’
sharp syllables, blunt nails,
loose strands and dandelion sap
rooted out from the scalp.
‘Isn’t that better now,’
no question, answer indisputable,
pretty plastic petals painted white
for the mirror to show.

Artwork by the fantastic Catrin Welz-Stein

I’m in love with the piece of art above, so much so that I’m planning on buying a print of it after payday. Though I’m a little torn between this one and her piece ‘Sisters’. I’ll have to pick one and maybe allow myself a second at Christmas.

Down To The Bones Of It #DVersePoets #Quadrille

Spent an evening smashing holes

in the walls you’d fixed,

and smoothed with filler.

Waited for the dawn to discover

the bones of this house

now naked of plaster.

Wondered if I looked as broken,

beneath.

If I would catch light

just as quickly.

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Doodle Wednesday

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Since the launch of my poetry collection I’ve been struggling to write much in the way of poetry, so I’ve picked up my sketch pad and pencils instead. The image above was actually from a poem idea that I’ve been swirling around for a few days. The hand is my own, and I used a photo of my hand holding an empty wine glass as well as the very usefully close by real thing (my hand that is) to reference where the fingers bent and how the palm creased in this position. I spent about two and half hours playing around before I decided that this was probably as good as it would get for now.

Unlike in the past, I decided not to worry about erasing mistakes as soon as I made them. I misjudged the scale of the glass to start with and had to make it larger a couple of times, and adjust how the fingers were positioned. I left all the original lines in until I was confident that I’d got the scale correct and then went back to neaten things up. I think this helped me avoid getting bogged down in going over and over a line to make sure it was ‘perfect’ and also probably kept me from shredding the paper by using the eraser too much.

As I was feeling pretty chuffed with myself about the image above I decided that I might have a go at this month’s Doodlewash prompts. I’m a bit late to the game but the tenth and the eleventh were both quite nice prompts to ease me into things. Candy (sweeties) for the tenth and snowflakes for the eleventh. I’m happier with the tenth than the eleventh, but they both made me sit down and draw things I wouldn’t normally have drawn so it was a good challenge to undertake. I doubt I’ll be taking part every day but one of my 2020 goals will be to dip in at least once a month and hopefully end up with at least twelve doodles I wouldn’t otherwise have by the end of next year. I might even improve a bit.

 

Playing With Polyptotons #DVersePoets

Slipping I slipped deeper

on every word you spoke,

caught up in the letters

like giants and their fingers

pinioned and pyloned

at the edges of my reason,

they made a fence

around my certainty.

Territorial of territory

you deemed dangerous

you became guard dog

reversed.

All teeth and snarl

when I made to leave.

Or maybe that was me

biting the hand

at my collar…

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