Sunday, 12 April 2015

Fancy beta reading a new poetry book of mine?

Hi, I'm grounded this weekend due to my leg (sciatica, I hate you!), so I'm putting together and formatting a new poetry book. Many of the poems will have appeared on this blog in the past.

Anyone fancy beta reading poetry and to tell me if any are rubbish? Cheers :) 

Friday, 10 April 2015

Flash fiction 6: It's the silence #2minutesgo

Hi! Today, I'm posting a little bit of flash fiction that I wrote for JD Mader's 2-minute writing challenge. It's on his blog, Unemployed Imagination, every Friday if you fancy a go. Cheers.

It’s the silence

It’s the silence at the end of the world she wants, where the edge spills into nothing. A void as fathomless as it is wondrous. A place so still that everything will stop. No sound, no words, no colour. She imagines it grey. Neither black nor white, for those two opposites hold no meaning.

Only grey tells the truth and casts a mirror up for all to see their flaws, their holes, their beauty – who they really are deep inside. For when the world finally rolls upon its side the only thing worth knowing will be the grey. The only thing left to hold. She dips her hand into the river and spreads her bony fingers wide, letting the water drip, drip, drip… away.

copyright Vickie Johnstone

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (44): Childhood scrawled

Remember when you used to see monsters in the patterns in your curtains, checked under the bed for things that might go bump in the night and found faces in the clouds - well, I still do the last one! 
This one is about that kind of thing.

Childhood scrawled

The world paused upon an echo
And it was just me,
Pointing a finger up at the sky,
Questioning, wondering why;
Would it fall if I asked too much?
Did tears plunge in a tumult of rain?

I decided it best not to ask
In this moment,
Staring wide-eyed as the world moved,
Shifting in its seat like an aged crone
Smothering the air with moronic laughter.

I whisked down my hand in fright,
Far away from the sweeping black crow
Upon whose wings my imagination flew - 
Painting witches and toads riding brooms
As gems dazzled in dark cavern tunnels;
Conjuring spiders spinning silvery silk
By roaring waterfalls of leaping goldfish.

They urged me to play with them all
In a time forgotten to children like me.
Yet in that moment
As I stood frozen in awe
Another hand reached out
To pluck mine own.

It swept me away, back inside
As the world did yield its secret:
What you dream and what you see
May or may not come to be.

copyright Vickie Johnstone

Friday, 3 April 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (43): The hitch-hiker

Here's a 5-minute poem, written for JD Mader's #2minutesgo Friday challenge on his blog. You just show up and write. It's inspiring so check it out - every Friday, like now! :) - 

The hitch-hiker

No time like the present
She said

Wished yesterday revolved
Wishing upon the thing
As the oil spilled forth
Dark and rich
Congealing in her hands
Like sin

The time was for the taking
The day eaten by the night
A still, arched moon
Against the howling wind
Like a curse

She stood guard over it
Her own body
And the soul caged
Its remnants
As the car turned
Like a hearse

“Are you going my way?”
She asked the profile
Flicking a smile
Opening her hands
Clean, so bare
Like innocence

Twisted is the way
I am
She said
Not so long ago
To the last passer-by
Like a game

This one has a crazy air
A dark wildness
Flicks back his hair
Spits in the dirt
Curses this old life
Like a reject

In her hands she carries it
All, despairing
Slipping into the car
Too close to him
Offering a smile
Like a child

But the demon inside her
Rages hot and cold
Eager to howl
Translucent as this moon
In a moment she’ll snap
Like hell itself

No time like the present
She said

copyright Vickie Johnstone

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (42): haiku from Life's Rhythms

Hi, here are some old poems of mine, published in Life's Rhythms. I just had the best pizza and cocktails from Aces & Eights in Tufnell Park! Recommended. Happy Tuesday! :)

Rain fallen like stars
Sprinkles silver-like touches,
Dancing beside me

Some distant day she’ll
Return when she sees beauty
In a rainbow sing

Under sparkling stars
She laughs like water cascades
Rippling endlessly

Raspberries blood red
Ripe, soft and so succulent
Chilled ice-cream slithers

In the dry still heat
The lizard basks, eyes aloft
Watching out for lunch

Eyes turn to the sun,
River of blue-black shimmers
On peacock feathers

Leaves hurtle, twisting,
Dropping without an echo –
Curved, their hands open

copyright Vickie Johnstone

Monday, 30 March 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (41): 3 haiku

It's 3 little haiku today! So need to get my head around writing novels... think I may have had a bit of a block over this last year. It's just been poems and little flash fiction bits. Anyone in the same boat?? Can we find an oar? Or a bigger boat?

Paws of black and white
Padding with a hop and bounce
More like a bunny

(Yep, that one's about my darling kitty! She does run that way)

Striped socks, silver tree
Heart-shaped glass whispers to me - 
Tells me to be free

Horizons beckon
Where these wings take to the sky
Stuff of endless dreams

copyright Vickie Johnstone