What do you see – A Daredevil in Flight


This poem was written for Helene Vaillant’s What do you see challenge:

What do you See? April 2, 2019


He’d had a prescient feeling

When his application had gone in.

The excitement sent him reeling

And made his head feel in a spin.


When the phone call came

To say he’d won the competition

He pretended all the same

That he hadn’t had a premonition.


The booked time was at midnight

The weather had been rather warm

It wasn’t a great time for his maiden flight

Particularly in a thunderstorm.


But regardless of the weather,

He put on his favourite sweatshirt

And carried his lucky eagle feather.

And prayed that no-one else gets hurt.


As the lightning struck across the sky

You’d think no one would have flown that day,

But he was a daredevil and that was why

He shouted, “Cast-off and Chocks Away!”


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 04/April/2019


I have also included the following word prompts:


Today’s prompt: midnight, sweatshirt, application



FOWC with Fandango — Prescient



50 Word Thursday – Pointing the way.

Image by John Collins from Pixabay


The treasure hunt had started and hidden among the fields and old farm building was a very valuable object. People came from far and wide to take part in the hunt.

As she stumbled and scrambled over some milk pails, she found the next clue.

“Find the Scary Cast-off clothes,

Then to find the treasure, simply follow your nose.”

She sat on an overturned bucket and considered the clue. Then she had a Eureka moment.

The old scarecrow was made from cast-off clothes and it, of course, was scary because that is what it was made for.

Running for the cornfield, she was pleased to see the other people headed in the opposite direction, towards the pigsty.

When she arrived at the field panting for breath, her foot gave way and she slipped over in the mud. As she lay sprawled in the muck, she looked up to see the scarecrow, pointing westwards and grinning down at her.

“Why are you smiling?” she shouted at it.

Picking herself up and cleaning herself up as best she could, she stumbled off in the direction the scarecrow was pointing in.

No-one heard her scream as she fell down into the scarecrow’s trap.


[200 words]


This story was written for the 50 word thursday challenge, this week hosted by The Haunted Wordsmith. If you’d like to take part click on the link below:


I have also included the following Word Prompt: Cast-Off