Tuesday, 5 February 2019

A Poem a Day (94): Paper people

Paper people

Pieces of a life,
Of a person,
Walking in parts,
A cut-out kind of thing;
Words, pictures, phrases
Spun as in a dance,
And so we begin
To wander in,
Trying on the sounds,
Fumbling with expressions,
Colours ripped and bodied,
Rainbows cut adrift,
Parting, so revealing
A life in parts,
Dismembered, remembered.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 28, 2019

Saturday, 2 February 2019

A Poem a Day (93): The tigress

If you fancy writing some flash fiction or poetry, and getting/giving feedback, or just reading other people's creations, head over to JD Mader's 2minutesgo website. It’s a great place to go and write whatever is in your head. Cheers.

The tigress

She loves the light,
This silent torn play;
A dance with leopards
Skinned and unmasked.

It grins with a grim cadence,
This sensation of despair.
The curtain splits deep red
And my feet are dripping wet.

I cannot breathe this in,
I cannot breathe it out.

This legendary staged adieu
Is caught and I am split in two,
But she loves the light so,
And the dark knows its lovers.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 28, 2019