Some poetry written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writing exercise...
We’ll have nothing left here in the dark,
The cleft between spaces
Shaken in the middle of a sentence,
Left hanging with a hook
As a fish struggles to unclasp its lip,
Words unshapen swim in the air
Unformed, only thought in a momentary
Glance you make,
Often seeing what you want to see,
Yet never noticing the essence
Of things, or me.
While the scales slither silver
And the living twitches its last breath,
I wonder at you,
Here, where we sit in the approaching
Darkness of our lies,
Pained upon a grated thing.
I wish to unravel it,
But all I can do is remove the hook
And throw this life back in the water
With a mercy
You used to have.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 21, 2017