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    Kaleidoscope
    Kaleidoscope
    Kaleidoscope
    Ebook161 pages43 minutes

    Kaleidoscope

    By Vickie Johnstone

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    My first book is a collection of 119 poems - some long, some short, some haiku - that I have written on various subjects over the years. They range from serious to funny, covering subjects from the everyday to philosophy or the abstract. Some are snippets from the lives of imaginary characters or just ideas or reflections on nature. The book is structured under eight themes: figures; nature; abstracts; love; haiku; creatures; childhood and darkwave.

    "Wow! This author writes beautiful words. I enjoyed each & every poem, I found myself turning page after page to read the next & the next. More of the same please!" (Smashwords review by wistfulskimmie, May 2011)

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVickie Johnstone
    Release dateApr 3, 2011
    ISBN9781458199201
    Kaleidoscope
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    Vickie Johnstone

    Vickie Johnstone lives in the UK. She has a thing about fluffy cats and also loves reading, writing, films, the sea, art, nature, white chocolate and travelling. Vickie has self-published 23 books since 2011.- Books published in 2011:Kaleidoscope (March) – 119 poems, divided by chapter themes;Travelling Light – a free book of 44 poems;Kiwi in Cat City – the first in a series about a magical cat and her human pals (April);Kiwi and the Missing Magic (June);Kiwi and the Living Nightmare (October).The Kiwi books have illustrations by Nikki McBroom.- Books published in 2012:Day of the Living Pizza – a comedy horror for ages 10 up (May);Life’s Rhythms – 316 haiku (June);3 Heads and a Tail – a romantic comedy with a dog as the hero (June);Kiwi and the Serpent of the Isle (August);Day of the Pesky Shadow (October);Kiwi in the Realm of Ra (November); andKiwi's Christmas Tail (December).- Books published in 2013:The Sea Inside – a fantasy adventure (May); andI Dream of Zombies – a horror set in London in 2013 with a heroine (October).- Books published in 2014:Haven (I Dream of Zombies, 2) (May).- Books published in 2015:Mind-spinning Rainbows – 45 haiku and 109 poems (April).- Books published in 2021:A Poem a Day – 446 poems (July).- Books published in 2023:Tirips Shade – Ghost Detective (April).Ink – poetry (May)Woman – poetry (May)- Books published in 2024:Between the Sky and the Sea – poetry (February)Murals (March)Colouring the Edges (March)Links:Blog: http://vickiejohnstone.blogspot.comTwitter: @vickiejohnstoneWebsite: Kiwiincatcity.comMerchandise: www.zazzle.co.uk/kiwiincatcityFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorVickieJohnstonehttp://www.facebook.com/KiwiinCatCityhttp://www.facebook.com/KaleidoscopePoetryHappy reading and writing :)

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      Kaleidoscope - Vickie Johnstone

      Figures

      We ride in cars

      Slow to ride

      Our comic days

      All drowned in wine

      In the stifling heat

      We ride in cars

      With windows down

      Singing to strangers

      Who cannot sing

      Hold the tune

      Against the summer breeze

      With the dog’s head bobbing

      He laps it up

      The speeding cars

      And the lingering lights

      The ripped out trees

      Shouting our sights

      We ride in cars

      Chase the tyre tracks

      From dawn til dusk

      Holding our fire back

      We scream and laugh

      In the silencing

      As the dark draws near

      And pretend to sleep

      Keep the fires burning

      As the dog nods on

      In the piercing light

      Of the summer sun

      Ferris wheel

      Sticky sweet rose smell of candyfloss

      Feet sinking in the rain-fed mud

      Candied apples that threaten your teeth

      Sit among rows of bright candy bars

      The waltzer spins in a whirl of colour

      Flashing past screams and laughter

      While the freaks in the ghost train

      Stagger in the dark-lit passages

      Throwing their hands in scared faces

      Riding past on the bumps and grinds

      We stagger around the fun house

      Creeping up the dizzying slopes

      Peeking into stretched crazy mirrors

      That make giants out of little girls

      Wobbling out across the field

      In between the smiling masses

      Music lurches between the dodgems

      Smashing metal to and fro

      And so we board the Ferris wheel

      Sit awkwardly in the jiggling chairs

      It seems too fragile to hold us

      But up she goes, round and round

      Creaking and shaking our bones

      Above the scream of the fairground

      Reaching for the clouds we stare

      Out across the dark night sky

      Lit with a wave of iridescent hues

      Rain-fuelled and hazy in the chill

      We breathe in the cold night air

      Giggling through chattering teeth

      Rocking back and forth in the wind

      We listen to old songs floating up

      Wishing we could stay up for ever

      And never ever come back down

      Rainbows

      Come and play

      Chase away

      All the dark things

      That crawl in

      Between the walls

      Endless spaces

      Every day drawn

      Sketch a new way

      To see the same thing

      Come and stay

      Chase away

      All the dark things

      And wear again

      This same skin

      Drown me here

      In bright flowers

      Covering me

      Everything reborn

      All this in between

      Brightest rainbows

      Pink hair

      She stares out of the window

      The girl with pink hair

      At the rain cascading

      Trickling down the pane

      In swirls of patterns

      Remembering

      A bad date in a smoky room

      With an old jukebox

      Playing Zeppelin songs

      Drinking a yellowing ale

      That tasted of honey.

      The night lasted too long

      The ale not long enough

      And Zeppelin faded out

      In the stale conversation.

      What to say

      To someone not listening?

      The room so oppressive

      Red walls closing in.

      She wanted to dance

      Right there on the table

      Just to shake up the night

      And slice the boredom

      But her date rattled on

      About the latest footie match

      Or people she didn’t know

      Who had a strange cat.

      The rain spills on

      While this old bus rattles

      Speeding through choking traffic

      A chortled haze of muffled fumes

      Breathing in the silencing

      Where have all the people gone?

      Lines of endless cars

      Breaking, hooting, baying.

      May as well howl at the moon

      For something different

      In this sheer haze of days

      So endlessly torn.

      She stares out of the window

      The girl with pink hair

      Her

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