Tag / creative writing

by Carol J Forrester

Tomorrow #DVersePoetics

Tomorrow has taken to pressing up against the windows,

fingers splayed on the glazing,

eyes big like old iron lamps

swinging in the wind

this way, then that.

 

Where can you hide

in this glass house of yours,

with the statues you carved

out of all the words swallowed instead of spoken

and choked up behind closed doors,

with tomorrow still pressed up against the windows.

 

And what do you say

to the policeman with the kind eyes

who takes a statement,

writes down eyes like old iron lamps,

and promises that they will look into it

while tomorrow is still pressed up against the windows.

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Tonight we’re being asked to think about the days of the week with our poems, and I’ve wandered a little off topic with mine by focusing in on the idea of tomorrow.

While you’re here, I just thought I’d mention that my poetry collection ‘It’s All In The Blood’ is available to buy through Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com. It’s a self-published venture and a project that I’m incredibly proud of. I owe a huge amount of thanks to all of the dVerse Poets who have read and commented on my blog over the last couple of years for encouraging me in my writing, and helping me develop my poetic skills to the point where I could create a collection like this. Taking part in the dVerse prompts has become one of my favourite parts of the week and I’ve met some truly wonderful people. Thank you for everything.

 

by Carol J Forrester

Night On The Ice #WeekendWritingPrompt

Blue lipped kissed,

laid your cheek on the ice

and searched for a gap

you would slip beneath.

 

Like hunting for pennies

beneath kitchen counters,

their copper wink bite

so, so cold in your palm.

 

And a creaking below

of sheets shifting, rising,

a threat to throw you out

into the wakeful night.

 

What you would give

for stillness

another side of the looking-glass.

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Thank you for stopping by, and if you enjoyed the poem above then you might enjoy my poetry collection ‘It’s All In The Blood’ which can be purchased from Amazon.co.uk or Amazon.com. It’s a self-published collection so I have to rely on readers buying and reviewing the book to help promote it, especially in places such as the USA. Thank you again for your time.

 

by Carol J Forrester

Roots and Branches #DVersePoetics

Half this family tree has been watered

until the branches hang heavy with fruit.

 

We know all the name, if not the faces,

see the resemblance in the variety.

 

On the other side we know much less,

can’t quite feast on what is left.

 

There are wanderers in this blood,

apples that fell far and wide and distant.

 

Strangers in stranger places bobbed,

grew their own trees from loose cores.

 

People put down roots, grew branches,

spread the distance between lines.

 

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by Carol J Forrester

In Time – #WeekendWritingPrompt

For a millennium you were glacial.

Slid oh so slow

through dirt, and stone,

turned mountains into valley paths,

cracked plains, made them seas.

 

We watched the snow fall,

smother you until we forgot,

blinked stunned

when the sun shucked your coat

and the light made you shine.

 

Change creeps closer in millimetres,

presses the before away carefully,

slips itself into spaces

that hastiness would break.

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Word Of The Day Challenge: Shine

by Carol J Forrester

All The Little Jokes

“Well I think it’s funny,

all these women

crying about men

calling them sweetheart.”

 

It’s never really meant

in that way

when he takes you by the hips,

shouts above the music,

and introduces himself

with a comment on your form.

 

It’s all banter,

the older man on the phone

asking for one of the guys

who’ll understand better

than the girl who called

because that’s her job.

 

It’s just a joke,

boys being boys,

when they hold you

in a corner,

and pretend for fun

while everyone laughs.

 

It’s just a little thing,

on a little thing,

on a little thing,

on a little thing,

that leaves a big thing

missing inside of me.

Written in response to Mindlovmisery’s Menagerie Friday First Line “Well I think it’s funny…”