Petrichor – The day the rain came.



The Rain fell hard,

the first of the year

on bone-dry soil

thus ending the fear,

of starvation and drought

that had filled our hearts,

and now we danced

Oh, the joy rain imparts!

The thirsty ground,

released an aroma of love,

it gave forth its smell

to the clouds above.

and as the rain hit soil

it disappeared below,

without leaving a trace

without making a show.

The smell that lingered

that many adore

of rain on dry ground

is called petrichor


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/November/2018


FOWC with Fandango — Trace





50 Word Thursday #15 – Song of Sacrifice

Debbie Whittam has set a challenge 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.

Here is the picture:


Here are the words:

Tansy Rayner Roberts – Splashdance Silver

Here is my story:

Song of the Sacrifice

They dragged her through the woods towards the bonfire. Kassa could smell the smoke and the menthol oils from the burning logs. They had dressed her in symbolic white and her hands and feet had been bound.

They had come for her in the night. They had heard tales about her song. She sang to inspire others, there was no magic in the song itself.

The land was suffering from a terrible drought. No rain had fallen for four months. The earth beneath her feet was tinder dry.

A Man in robes came over to her, he had that intense look of a fanatic in his eyes.

“I’m not a songwitch” Kassa protested.

He laughed at her.

“We are going to put you in the Fire. Either your voice will summon the rains to put out the fire and save us all, or you will perish in the flames and hopefully, the rain god will accept your sacrifice and take pity on us all.”

They tired her to a post above the flames. She could feel the searing heat already lapping at her toes.

She opened her mouth, ignoring the fumes and sang her heart out. The song was like no other you had ever heard. It reverberated through the trees and reached inside of you to touch your very soul.

Suddenly, the heavens opened and poured life-giving water over the land, putting out the fire, saving her life.

Her tormentors were not so lucky. They perished in the floods.

The End


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/August/2018