Before Armageddon – A Multiple Word Prompt Poem

landscape photography of desert
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

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

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/penance/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/rdp-thursday-nurture/

FOWC with Fandango — Percent

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/06/07/your-daily-word-prompt-stolid-june-7-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/07/public/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/21/statue/

50 Word Thursday #28 – Realisation in the Desert

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/11/22/50-word-thursday-28/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/50-word-thursday-27-thoughts-of-home/

22-11-18

The van bounced along the dirt road, running like an arrow across the desert

Reaslisation in the Desert

There was something so mystical about the desert at sunrise. He wanted so much for his fiancée to see it, to feel the same emotion that he felt every time he came here, so he woke her up early and brought her here in his van.

The gentle, constant wind moved the dunes in a fluid graceful motion. The morning sun turned the base sand into gold. It took his breath away every time.

He turned to his fiancée. She was yawning and staring at the phone in her palm. He’d hoped there wouldn’t be any signal up here, but clearly, there was a mast or a satellite somewhere that meant she could still get access to her social media.

He realised suddenly how incompatible they were. She was determined to close herself off from the beauty around her. If she couldn’t appreciate this glorious view, how could she understand him?

He looked back on their time together. They’d met at college; their parents were friends at the country club. They’d been thrown together but he realised that she was more interested in spending her rich parents’ money than spending time exploring the world with him. She was materialistic whereas He saw wealth as a way of making a difference and giving something back.

He’d had doubts for a while, now he knew, the wedding was off.

He put his foot on the pedal, The van bounced along the dirt road, running like an arrow across the desert, towards home.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/November/2018

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/22/your-daily-word-prompt-gold-november-22-2018/