Tuesday, 10 November 2026

November PAD Chapbook Challenge – Day 10: Waka/Waka-less

 
Day 10: write a ‘poetic form’ poem, and/or write an ‘anti-form’ poem (see link)
 
The waka is a Japanese 5-line poem (or stanza) with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable per line structure.
The first 2 lines should make up one piece, the next 2 lines should make the next,
and the final line can stand on its own or as part of the second group.


 
Waka
 
What is form but formless,
without foundation of choice inflex reflex auto,
smash-and-grab of ideas,
bereft of blueprint, line, fleshed-out arc.
Moving pictures walking inside out of themselves.


 
Waka-less

Moon flit, cut felt,
cherry blossoms blow-out rhyme
falling, a slide out of flux,
rewind, rewound, unwind, unfound,
sunken states of passing light. 


 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 10, 2026


Monday, 9 November 2026

November PAD Chapbook Challenge – Day 9: The answer

Day 9: write a ‘help’ poem (see link)

 
The Answer
 
The Answer spoke from the bubbles in a pint glass,
in a tea-leaf face ground into a porcelain cup,
scratched jazz bouncing beneath a dusty needle,
interpretative dancers aglitter under a disco ball,
a sodden lottery ticket grasped in a warm pocket,
strangers sharing jokes at an iced-up bus stop,
a message and smiley sat waiting on a dating app,
the purr of a cat as it noses you awake.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 9, 2026

Sunday, 8 November 2026

November PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 6 – Pick up


Day 6: write a power poem (see link)
 
Pick up
 
I pick up my shield ablaze,
velvet-mounted blade
and magic helmet,
slide on a pair of steel gloves,
a stream of chain mail,
dead-spiked boots,
summon a ride
on the last unicorn.
 
Just in case
you don’t want me to leave,
but only want to interrogate:
where I’ve been,
who I’ve met,
where I’m going next
without you.
Not wanting me to be
anywhere without you.
 
It’s a power game
I usually lose.
So today I’m prepared.
I’m suited up.
And the world is waiting
without you.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 8, 2026


November PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 5 – Autumn spirals


Day 5: write a tree poem (see link)
 
 
Autumn spirals
 
Trace a braille line
broken deep
with your fingertip
 
to read a history
written in rings,
rotating days into years.
 
Sap bleeds out
where a bough breaks,
bark peeling like skin.
 
In the dew light
leaves take flight,
red-green haloes.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 8, 2026


November PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 4 – Blink


Day 4: write a short poem (see link)
 
Blink
 
To rule a ruler
be unmeasurable.

 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 8, 2026
 
 
 
 


November PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 3 – One for sorrow, two for joy

 
Day 3: write a disappointment or celebration poem (see link)
 
One for sorrow, two for joy
 
‘We are gathered here today’
can go either way –
a wedding or a funeral.
 
Flip a coin on happy or sad,
where two walk out or one lies in,
both a crossroads in the life path.
 
Different are the costumes,
the hang of shoulders,
hues and scents of cut flowers.
 
Anyone can borrow
or wear a blue expression,
bring new, reminisce on old.
 
If told, a story can go full circle
or reach a dead end
without explanation, conclusion.
 
We all seek closure in the end,
companions for the ride.
A horse and cart stand showy or lonely.
 
Flip a coin to decide the occasion.
 
For only one can you name the day,
throw confetti, share the first dance.
For the other, one magpie sounds sorrow.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 8, 2026


November PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 2 – Life vs lego

 
Day 2: write a ‘(blank) more (blank)’ poem (see link)
 
 
Life vs lego
 
“Build more bricks”,
an invisible divide,
a curtain, a separation,
something to divide a nation.
 
An entire people,
families, friends and pets,
languages and religions,
phrases, thoughts, echoes
of memories and stuffed albums.
 
But it isn’t Lego.
 
You can’t just build,
demolish, build again.
You’re left with the grit,
the weight, the dearth of
belonging, of knowing.
 
Instead, there is yearning,
a hunger for how things were,
those rose-tinted yesterdays
before the rise of a great wall.
 
Tearing it down
left a shadow, a scar,
a thing unerasable,
a bleed in the sky.
 
We left it to history to devour.
A waking of the hour.
A call to act,
not look away again.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 8, 2026


November PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 8 – True lies

 
Day 8: write a ‘True (blank)’ poem (see link)
 
True lies
 
You could speak of truth,
but it would only be one truth
or a slice you wish to say,
play, unravel, dig out of the dirt
in the way you unearth a plant
section by section. First the leaves,
trailed by the stalk, the roots
sinewed, rough and gnarly
still swallowed hole invisible,
moss-strewn, this green gunk
spreading the word, inviting
the truant world to listen in.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 8, 2026


November PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 7 – Feeling out

 
Day 7: write a feelings poem (see link)
 
Feeling out
 
In an effort to feel
it’s tempting to steal
emotions from another,
discarded in the deliver
 
for being unfelt
so never dealt.
Feelings drown out
if found in doubt.
 
You can’t miss
and you can’t fix
what you never won,
it can’t be redone.
 
It’s a one-off moment,
it can’t be lent,
can’t be resent,
so don’t guess what it meant.
 
You can’t have & hold
if you were never told.
You can’t win the day
if you don’t play.
 
A maze is a maze is a maze.
Caught inside the mind haze
it’s best not to laze,
just be amazed.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 8, 2026


November PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 1 – Fresh

 
Started this challenge today from Robert Lee Brewer of Writersdigest.com. I was looking for a poetry prompt and I’m not starting on what is day 8, so I’m behind! Here’s the poem for day 1. I’ve written the ones for day 7 and 8, so posting in an interesting order!

Day 1: write a fresh poem (see link)
 
Fresh
 
You get fresh
& I fail to notice the shift
in your expression,
cheeky phrase,
slight wink, daft grin,
think it’s a trick of the light,
a nervous tick.
 
I carry on regardless.
Whether I notice depends
on my multicolour mood,
headspace, lean space,
how confident I am,
the daydream landing.
.
You get fresh
& sprint back into normal,
cut I don’t notice,
wondering how you failed
to impress
when you do it all the time.
 
But I never give voice,
never chase,
never give away
the chink in my armour.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 8, 2026