Friday, 12 May 2017

A Poem a Day (58): Casting Colours

Written for Dan Mader's 2minutesgo writing exercise. 

Casting colours

It starts…
The beginning casts colours in the light
Sacred thoughts transcend the real
Aglow in the dry heat of summer,
A kaleidoscope of raw emotion
Spun tightly, wrapped in the soundless
Instinct killing itself nightly,
Caught in a web it seeks to unravel.
Locking the heart within a keyless box
It feels like time has no end.
Choices lost in a cloud of nothing,
This trivial heart knows no distancing,
Seeking self-destruction in a second
Of perfection it can never hope to find.

It ends…
The falling triggers memories of dark
Where the spider creeps in strewn dust
Waiting for the silent stuttered scream –
These things born of bloody nightmare.
Screwing the twisted seeping heart,
Shadows awake from the silent walls
Where hands seek to drag and play.
He builds a fortress across these skies
Inside the beat of a solitary star
Sent adrift where the dreaming lies,
Echoing the curved moon’s absent lover
Here to stay til the dawn tide roars –
A subtle kiss is the only thing he knows.

copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 12, 2015

Flash fiction 19: Bitter guest

This one was written for Dan Mader's 2minutesgo writing exercise – the only thing managing to kick my butt into writing lately. 

Bitter guest

It’s only words. Letters conjured up. The he said, she said. Cast adrift, spiralling like smoke twisting from a cigar. Set adrift upon the breath, usurping the light. The story took on a life of its own until it walked and talked, ate, drank and laughed its way inside, taking root in the recesses of the mind. Never questioned. Never asked. It stayed for years. A willing guest, received with a warm welcome by those who hungered for it. It never wondered why. The story stayed, grew and rested, spilling its scented anger and bitter streak wherever it drifted. An invisible guest always chattering, nothing sensible escaped it. Only bile. But no one thought not to believe it as the smoke choked. 

copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 12, 2017