Poems Against Platitudes, No. 4 – Carol J Forrester
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Poems Against Platitudes, No.1 by Carol J Forrester
When they say “nothing in life is handed to you” I’m going to call bullshit. Here: every small, pricking doubt I’ve cradled like a haphazard stack of crockery. You can take it. Each shard was gifted to me without asking. It is long past time I found someone willing to clear out the cupboards in my chest. See how well I have nursed them how big some of them have grown?
‘It’s All In The Blood’ by Carol J Forrester available from Amazon on kindle and in paperback.
We come from sheep thieves and cattle rustlers…
We have learnt what is proper…
Streaking towards the bogland…
Packed with mythology, history, and powerful women, Carol J Forrester’s debut collection centres on family, ancient mythology, and womanhood in the twenty-first century. Zeus is spearfishing over Stranraer, Megera is standing her ground, and Jormungandr wants to consume everything. Exploring the complications of expectations, and how the past can shape who we are, this collection is an accumulation of thirteen years of poetry.
“The poems are vivid and confidently crafted…” Helen Kay (This Lexia & Other Languages V. Press)
“A bold, brutally honest and dazzling debut collection…” Deborah Edgeley (Testing The Delicates)
“Gentle and reflective with an underlying poignancy…” D. Peach (The Rose Shield Tetralogy)
“…teeming with poems coming to terms with Forrester’s strength of voice – a voice which sings with the clarity of a poetry capable of holding all of life…” Liz Lefroy (GREAT MASTER / small boy (2021) Fair Acre Press)
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When We Wake Up On The Right Side Of The Bed – Poem By Carol J Forrester #DVersePoets
It’s all in the wrists
all in the waking
the morning break, of eggshells
on a frying pan lip
golden yolk perfectly round
at the centre of everything.
We are not caught
by the tug of bedsheets
no fishing shards
from burnt out hours.
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Poetry and NYC Midnight
We’re almost halfway through June. How did that happen?
The month kicked off with a poetry at the Button Warehouse. (Normally hosted by Joy Winkler but covered this month by John Lindley). Angela Topping was guest poet, and gave fantastic readings at the start of each half from her various collections. Then the evening was turned over to the open mic, and I ended up closing the evening out with ‘Legs Eleven’ from my collection ‘It’s All In The Blood’. This was probably my favourite performance of the year so far as the atmosphere was fantastic, I made it through the poem without stumbling, and even sold a copy of my book.
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Static Begins A Storm – #Poem By Carol J Forrester
This trail of fingerprints is simply browsing. Palm pressed to the hollow of your spine before you step out of the moment, leave this touch behind you in that second where electric ran your length and cracked between your ribs as something begins burning.
I’ve combined by love of sketching and poetry to make some poem postcards for ‘The Muse Spits Blood’. They turned out rather nicely, so I think I might have to make some more postcards for the other quadrilles I have written over the past few years.
Carol J Forrester 
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