Tuesday, 5 February 2019

A Poem a Day (94): Paper people


Paper people

Pieces of a life,
Of a person,
Walking in parts,
A cut-out kind of thing;
Words, pictures, phrases
Spun as in a dance,
And so we begin
To wander in,
Trying on the sounds,
Fumbling with expressions,
Colours ripped and bodied,
Rainbows cut adrift,
Parting, so revealing
A life in parts,
Dismembered, remembered.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 28, 2019

Saturday, 2 February 2019

A Poem a Day (93): The tigress

If you fancy writing some flash fiction or poetry, and getting/giving feedback, or just reading other people's creations, head over to JD Mader's 2minutesgo website. It’s a great place to go and write whatever is in your head. Cheers.


The tigress

She loves the light,
This silent torn play;
A dance with leopards
Skinned and unmasked.

It grins with a grim cadence,
This sensation of despair.
The curtain splits deep red
And my feet are dripping wet.

I cannot breathe this in,
I cannot breathe it out.

This legendary staged adieu
Is caught and I am split in two,
But she loves the light so,
And the dark knows its lovers.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 28, 2019

Wednesday, 23 January 2019

A Poem a Day (92): Jacob


Jacob

He toes the line,
Walking it backwards,
A heady insouciance
Long taken for granted.

These days stretch countless,
Wide open for the taking,
Long drawn-out summers
Sleeping in an expanse of corn.

He eyes the swallow’s echo,
Full knowing its endless search
For the next resting place,
Scouting the dipping breeze.

A grey driftwood sign points
Northward, but he cranes
His head to the whispering south,
Forever pulled back.

Copyright January 21, 2019

Thursday, 17 January 2019

A Poem a Day (91): 5 haiku


5 haiku

We walk in times of slumber;
Zombie politics
Eating from the inside out.

A paper moon, served as a
Curling melon slice,
Drips slivers of silver rain.

Lashing the shoreline, purple
Translucence drags wet
Sands back between fingertips.

Carved out of clear blue,
Curving, this rounded arch meets,
Reflecting itself.

It lifts, mocking you,
One line raised as its brother
Seeks only to fall.


Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 17, 2019

Wednesday, 16 January 2019

A Poem a Day (90): The stuff of dreams


I did a Faber poetry course at the start of last year and it was great. I recommend it. This is one of the poems I wrote in class. We'd been talking about fantastical poetry, I think, and I wrote something silly. 


The stuff of dreams

We dream in colours, dream sublime,
In the waking hours we’ll tell of the time
Of falling feet off a trespass of bridges –
The mind caves in upon the creep of ages.

In the ebb and flow, the caress of sea,
We sit beneath the roar, this cacophony,
Watching seahorses limbo under green seaweed
And a lobster tango with a centipede.

We draw lines between the earth and sky,
The real, the unreal and the misted goodbye,
Where skeletons dance within a shimmer of stars
Grasping skulls of blood in a moonlight farce.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, 2018