Before Armageddon – A Multiple Word Prompt Poem

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I wrote this poem back in 2019 long before the current pandemic, it’s interesting how, having experienced what we have, it seems to have changed how I feel about this poem…..

The Word of the Day is Statue and so I thought it would be worth sharing it again, but hadn’t appreciated how the circumstances had changed how it reads. 


The statue stood stolid

A symbol of penance

In a world rather squalid,

It had a great presence,

Two outreaching hands

A sign of kind nurture

Stretched out from the sands

To welcome each searcher,

A public display

To dispel all dissent

the pain blown away

eased one hundred percent.

This great lost relic

Of a past long forgotten

A remnant, angelic

Of a time less rotten,

When the world was better

When hearts weren’t leaden

And the oceans were wetter,

Before Armageddon.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/June/2019

FOWC with Fandango — Percent

50 Word Thursday – When Time Dies.


the words: “Ellen tended to be insecure and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks.” – Michael Crichton – Jurassic Park.


As Ellen poked the fire, a worried expression creased her once beautiful face. Ellen tended to be insecure and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks. Keith noticed her frown and knew from experience exactly what was bothering her.

“Look on the bright side,” said Keith, trying to be helpful, “At least there aren’t any mirrors any more.” He smiled to take out any sting in his words.

It had been twelve long years since the bombs had been dropped, nearly wiping out all of creation. Society had regressed back to the stone age. Now they eked out an existence hunting the remaining animals and using their hides to protect them from the long, cold winters. Day after day of the same constant struggle for survival, it seemed like time itself, as with so many lives, had been totally extinguished.


[150 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, click below if you want to take part:

You have until Wednesday if you’d like to take part in this challenge, then all the entries will be published and a new challenge will be posted on Thursday.


I have also included the following word prompts:


Earth’s Last Day – A poem for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles.


This poem was written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles, see link below:


A face appeared from out the clouds

And gave a level stare

As screams were heard from panicked crowds

And bombs dropped from the air.

Bright lights flashed and eyes were dazzled

By fires blinding flare.

A scourging breeze fanned flames that frazzled.

Burning everything there.

In a terrifying display,

This was Earth’s last day.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/April/2019