Monday, 25 March 2013

A Poem a Day (13): The red visitor

Five-minute whimsical stuff that I wrote just now...


The red visitor

She blows in with the tide
Her skirts lifting in the breeze
Red hair twisting like leaves
Shoes speckled with dust

Many roads she has walked
Crossing fields and waters
Gripping a well-worn suitcase
Packed with an entire life

She sees summer in the skies
Though autumn cuts its tongue
Through the thinning trees
Making the broken twigs twirl 

Many conversations she has had
Some rich, poor or ragged;
Days she counts on her hands
Remembering but a few of them

She flows through this life 
Like a stream that never ebbs
Forwards she strides, confident
Of the waiting surprises ahead




Copyright Vickie Johnstone

8 comments:

  1. Intriguing and nice. Didn't seem whimsical to me. I read it as a mystery.

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    1. She's like the woman in Chocolat! :) I was thinking of her.

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  2. What? You just wrote this? It's wonderful!

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    1. Thanks. I write five-min poems. They're like flash fiction I guess. I used to write them before going to bed!

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  3. That is lovely! Since you're a follower, I thought I'd let you know about my luau! Stop on by for a drink!

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    1. Thanks! And cheers for stopping by ! :)

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  4. Love the poem Vickie, are you the visitor? I agree with Ed, it seems more mystery than whimsey.

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    1. I could be. I love travelling. I like the feeling that you don't know what will be happening in the next 10 minutes, but I haven't been travelling for a long while! :) Now I have itchy feet!

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