Friday 2 August 2019

A Poem a Day (99): Zips and pins and gloves


This was 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.


Zips and pins and gloves

Zips and pins and gloves,
Red and black and yew.
Branches of pretence reckoned
Where the beckoning is due.

We played in haste, kicking balls
To the wind, the acres drawn out
In an evergreen, muddy blanket.
Can you still smell this earth?

I pull a memory to the fore and it’s us,
Straggly, like electrified wires,
Bent and crackling with veracity.

It’s a fond picture that spills over.
And it’s long overdue, this yesterday.
We rush and we never really stop,
We talk and briskly fail to ever listen.

Our knees always crusted with our scrapes,
We’d heave our bikes up the steepest slopes
And scurry the world over in one day.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 2, 2019

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