Thursday, 26 February 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (36): The more

And the moral is... not too worry so much over small things. That's what today taught me. :)

The more

the more she sees
the more she laughs
the more she knows
the more she loves

the more she loses
the more she fears
the more she dwells
the more she stops

the more she lives
the more she is
the more she is she
the more she is free

copyright Vickie Johnstone

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (35): Rain

Hi! Been to work and physio, and I'm knackered with a capital K, so here's a poem from the past. It's one of my favourites out of the ones I've written, and I published it in Kaleidoscope and Travelling Light (usually free). I was actually listening to Kate Bush when I wrote it. Cheers.


She sits and dreams of making rain
In the dark, shadows dancing mimic
Colours of the aghast
Sights and sounds, murmurs
Still breathing
Watching over the edge
Of everything
The glass splinters into a million shapes
Cast in a myriad lights
Bright and sparkling, dancing
In the spring sun
Here, she dreams of making rain
It tears and crashes
Washing away the shards of glass
Splattering the colours rent
With droplets of ice-cold nothing
Cuts and caresses
Spikes of grass peeking through
Clouds gathering

copyright Vickie Johnstone

Monday, 23 February 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (34): Flash of red

This one is about our resident garden robin. Mr Red.

Flash of red

A reddish brown leaf
takes a spiral plunge downward
off a spiky branch

it topples to the ground
swirling lightly upon the air;
a leaf but not a leaf

gradually it takes form –
beak, legs and brown feathers;
it’s a red robin swooping

eager, sprightly, hopeful
with one eye upon the ground
full-splattered with seed

with speedy small pecks
he makes haste to eat before
the weighty pigeon waiting

copyright Vickie Johnstone

Sunday, 22 February 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (33): Magic dust

Happy Sunday! I haven't been on here since Valentine's Day as I've done my back in. Currently have sciatica for the first time - oh joy! Makes me feel for anyone who has it all of the time. Commuting to work in London becomes a unique kind of hell as it is always overcrowded, and designed for the able-bodied and no one else. Anyway, turning to something nicer, here's a poem I wrote about dreams, escapism and fairy tales. It was written for JD Mader's 2minutesgo challenge on his blog on Fridays - check it out :) 

Magic Dust

Upwards they soar and I follow
On the breeze of awakening

Magic dust

In free air I paddle my legs
Flipping feet and flying arms
Not knowing why
Or where I am going
Will I fall?

Catch me if you can in an open net
Let me sit upon your floating carpet
Flying through these towers drawn

Between fairy tales we’ll weave
Rewriting these stories of old
Laughing at dragons blowing fire
As we dip our carpet this way
In awe as knights battle for fair maiden

Magic dust

Do I have enough of you to find
Merlin pottering in his endless caves
Or Rapunzel washing her lively hair

These days are worn as dreams
And in between I tiptoe lest I wake.

copyright Vickie Johnstone

Saturday, 14 February 2015

Happy #ValentinesDay - free books & a poem

It's that day again. Get out the roses, the poetry and stuff your face with chocolate!! Or run like the wind. I've done my back in and I'm spending the day in with my cat, horrah!
Here's a love poem I wrote for a friend's wedding (and was too embarrassed to give!)


In love with the beloved
Love will know no end

There is no end to love
If beloved is the one

In love is the beloved
She is loved as he is loved

One to be forever more
Two in love entwined

copyright Vickie Johnstone

To celebrate V-Day, I'm giving away 2 ebooks with a touch of romance in them. If you'd like a copy, just grab them off Alas, Amazon doesn't let me make them free for a day.

The Sea Inside

A fantasy adventure full of enchantment and unexpected twists. Following an accident, Jayne wakes up in hospital paralysed. As she battles to regain her strength, a visitor gives her a crystal with a shimmering blue mist at its heart. Jayne finds herself in an alternate world beneath the waves in which she is whole again. But when her world shatters, it seems the crystal could be a bringer of chaos. Appropriate for readers aged 13+.

3 Heads & a Tail

When nature lover Josie moves into a house share with two pals, dreamer Ben and model man David, she sees it as a short stop and doesn't bank on an attraction developing with one of them. Meanwhile, Ben's dog, Glen, has the hots for Miss Posh, the beautiful golden Lab in the park. When dog meets dog it's puppy love, but a complication leads to Glen taking matters into his own paws. In this comedy of errors, romance and walkies, it's anyone's guess who is going to win the girl/dog and live happily ever after. Appropriate for readers aged 16+.
"Laugh out loud funny" - Donna Brown.


A Poem a Day 2015 (32): Flutter #2minutesgo

This one is written for writer JD Mader's 2-minute challenge on his website, Unemployed Imagination. If you fancy writing something, head over there right now -


Flutter goes the heart
goes the butterfly
flitting into the open blue
escaping the inevitable
the everyday, this normal,
wishing to remember
the special
the singled-out time,
or is that me
who wants to recall
back to when we were small,
chasing and running idle
always laughing
joking, wondering?
seeking the meaning true
in everything
taking in every shape
each bend
the curve of the thing
its essence
what made it unique.
so here we are
as the butterfly lifts
staring into an orange sun
wondering again
as we did when we were kids
because nothing changes
ever changes,
it’s all rebeginning anew
still as unfathomable
still as unique.

copyright Vickie Johnstone