Sunday, 4 August 2019

A Poem a Day (101): The hog


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.


The hog

It’s the purple in the blue of the black,

The stillness in the heart of a silver shimmer,
A glance back to a simple moment, a turning,
A makeshift haze in a pattern of error.

It’s a recreation borne forth of boredom,
A destructive hobby akin to dissection, curious,
The parts newly bodied, fantastical and light,
A trip to the other in a brightness far too intense.

I see it charms you, this mirage of escape.

It will cover you in the fool’s garb for a minute
Or a bitter lifetime if you choose to wear it tight.

It’s a minefield, a maze of the fainthearted,
A collection of experiences sealed in unmarked jars.

Which will you choose and which to savour?

Is the lesson too great or too small for you? Can you tell?
Should I open the gate, let your disillusion spill through?

Walk in colours, speak only of true things, and exit
The grey, leaving it where it dies, distilled and broken.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 3, 2019



Saturday, 3 August 2019

A Poem a Day (100): Friday

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.

Friday

The morning cared
In never mourning;
Starlit little eyes,
Watery lips of dew.

A pillow full of air,
Dawn alights.

In waking we fulfil
The slightest space apart,
A restless vision
Without eyes.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 2, 2019

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