A Poem a Day (102): Past present

Written for 2minutesgo. 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.

Past present

We gather our skirts,

            Posies marking the fields

                                Like breadcrumbs.

     It drains

          Skies, kicking,

                 Bent in showers,

            Wrought iron

         Tearing.

                        These bars no longer suffice

                                    To hold,

                                    To bend,

                                To strip identity from a face,

                                                            To seek disgrace

                                                       In error.

The cattle low

In forest nights

‘Gainst an ever-distant light,

Playing without sound.

           

And still we stand

                                                As trees dismembered,

                                                            Branches scattered

                                                                                    On the wind.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 3, 2019x