Saturday, 26 May 2018

A Poem a Day (77):


A flash poem written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry.




Spit

I have done it -
Swallowed hate like bile,
Laughed in the face of the cruel,
Smiled while dying a little in my heart.
They pierce, these
Things.
Raw wounds hung on barbed wire,
Flesh waiting to smoke.
The memory closes down,
Refusing to process the negative,
Leaving the images to singe in fire.
I danced in a yellow dress.
The leaves wither on this tree.
The branches bend towards cracking
Yet refuse to yield.
A hazy breath like summer lends hope
But the blackberries taste sour.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 20, 2018



Friday, 25 May 2018

A Poem a Day (76): Fairy dust


A flash poem written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry.




Fairy dust

You brought me scarlet lights
Woven into a fairy garland scrawl.
A sparkling symbol of things unsaid;
Something to shine out the dark.

Your paper hands threw fast shapes,
Skittering madcap scenes across walls
For my childish delight. I tried to catch this
Affection in a jar like the dance of fireflies.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 11, 2018