Tuesday, 27 October 2020

A Poem a Day (287): Scarves on kings

Scarves on kings
We paint scarves on kings
living in intrepid times,
pure feeling in our skins,
open doors for all to see,
walk through without a key.
We trip up the fantastical,
scurrying birds to the skies,
balancing like clowns on tiptoe,
wonder-like, eyes wide
for we are children rapt.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, October 27, 2020

Monday, 26 October 2020

A Poem a Day (286): Rain on the roof

Rain on the roof
He loves the rain,
how it pours, how it
shudders on the roof,
tiny stampeding hooves.
He stands and breathes
it in, this silent green,
washing the year away,
melting his weary skin.
He won’t open his eyes
until the clouds turn
away, and he can feel
they are finally gone.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, October 26, 2020

Sunday, 25 October 2020

A Poem a Day (285): He won’t stop


In the run-up to Halloween something scary... 
My poetry course homework this week is to write a anaphora. I wrote one. Today I decided to write another one on a totally different subject. 
I’ve been watching a lot of NCSI and NSCI LA this week – a conveyor belt of murder, mayhem and crime. So this one is about that, about a stalker. Watching it, most of the stalkers are male, but then a well-known grit-your-teeth-scene film with a female stalker is Misery. I guess that’s what watching TV with a fan of NCSI, Silent Witness and all those series does to your inspiration!!! Serial killers next!
Anaphora in poetry is the repetition of a word or expression at the beginning of successive phrases, clauses, sentences, or verses especially for rhetorical or poetic effect.
Martin Luther King’s ‘I have a dream’ speech is a famous and effective example of anaphora.
He won’t stop

He won’t stop until you’re dead,
He won’t stop messing with your head,
He won’t stop stalking your life,
He won’t stop causing you strife,
He won’t stop reading your emails,
He won’t stop listening to your calls,
He won’t stop alienating you,
He won’t stop slandering you,
He won’t stop enjoying his libel,
He won’t stop turning the tables,
He won’t stop wrecking your career,
He won’t stop watching your fear.
He won’t stop manipulating the crowd
Until he knows you’re no longer around.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, October 25, 2020