Saturday, 30 January 2016

A Poem a Day (54): Skitter

This is my first post this year, so I hope 2016 is treating you well. I think it's going to be a year of change, to be honest. I feel that buzz about it. Good changes for us all, hopefully. 

So, yesterday was Friday and the day to write about whatever comes into your head with JD Mader over at his website, Unemployed Imagination - The idea is to write for 2 minutes - some people write longer - and you just go for it, without looking back and editing. Check it out some time. Hope you are having a great weekend!


It’s the slant in her walk
That gives it away,
The linger in the moment
When the moment stopped.

She’s the ghost in your smile
Loitering behind your eyes,
Sucking your aura inside her -
Clueless, you drift further away

Where the sea rages in silence,
Waiting, sliding upon the nothing

She’s there in every shape
And form of your despair;
The perfume of her washed hair,
The curves beneath the sheets
On which you try to sleep at night -
It withers into dark night chills
Hugging you cold in the night’s time
As you pray for dawn to break

Where the mirror finds you wanting,
Waiting, wishing to be nothing

It’s the promise reserved in her kiss
Only hers and only yours -
Turned to glass it shatters freely
If you fail to grasp its meaning.

She’s the name you always recall,
The face you’ll always see before you
When you try to deny your part
In her plunge into the begging dark.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 29, 2016

If you want to read some more poems, Travelling Light, one of my poetry books, is available for free on Amazon, Smashwords, Kobo, etc - you'll find links on the left panel of my home page. Cheers.