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



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