Friday, 1 June 2018

Flash fiction (21): Midst

This one was written for Dan Mader's 2minutesgo writing exercise – kicking my writing butt! Head over to his website to read or write. It's up to you :) Happy Friday!



Midst


We have this and we have the middle, the beginning, but never the end. The finality of it all hovers in the distance, a bridge of empty air, conjured up by magic, wondered at, imagined; so clearly defined we may feel we can step upon it, touch it, grip the safety rail if we wish, but we’d be wrong. It fades into the ether, sinking, becoming one with it, spreading into the very air, devoid of atoms, full silent. In this middle we have our understanding, our being, our rest, our all; the sounds, scents, feelings of each and every echo of each and every second, and we long for them. How we will miss them when they are vapour. Yet even then we will still find ourselves wandering in circles in the middle, enveloped by meaningless time, spilling and never spilled, emptying but never emptied. And when we finally draw towards the edge, there will be the very centre of it all, inviting us, the ghosts of our passing, our sacred seconds spent.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 1, 2018


Saturday, 26 May 2018

A Poem a Day (77):


A flash poem written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry.




Spit

I have done it -
Swallowed hate like bile,
Laughed in the face of the cruel,
Smiled while dying a little in my heart.
They pierce, these
Things.
Raw wounds hung on barbed wire,
Flesh waiting to smoke.
The memory closes down,
Refusing to process the negative,
Leaving the images to singe in fire.
I danced in a yellow dress.
The leaves wither on this tree.
The branches bend towards cracking
Yet refuse to yield.
A hazy breath like summer lends hope
But the blackberries taste sour.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 20, 2018



Friday, 25 May 2018

A Poem a Day (76): Fairy dust


A flash poem written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry.




Fairy dust

You brought me scarlet lights
Woven into a fairy garland scrawl.
A sparkling symbol of things unsaid;
Something to shine out the dark.

Your paper hands threw fast shapes,
Skittering madcap scenes across walls
For my childish delight. I tried to catch this
Affection in a jar like the dance of fireflies.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 11, 2018