What do you see? – Seeker.


This poem was written for Helene Vaillant’s What do you See Challenge on Willow Poetry.

Click on the link below if you’d like to take part:

What do you See? May 7/2019



Life Is like a child’s game

Without a match, the future’s blind.

The rules for everyone are just the same.

You must seek and ye shall find.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/May/2019


A Multiple Word Prompt Poem – Love, Unrequitedly.

This poem was inspired by the following word prompts:





Today’s things are: cheese, feather, game

And I would like to add that this is entirely fictitious with no basis in fact whatsoever.

Love, Unrequitedly


My Mentor thinks he’s so smart,

But there’s an element of doubt

When it comes to affairs of the heart

He can’t seem to work it all out.


I gaze up into his eyes

As he explains how science configures

And I exhale with tender sighs

Oh, How I adore authority figures.


Although they say love is a game.

I’m not sure he knows the rules

It always ends up the same.

Its clear love is a game for fools.


When I gave him an affectionate squeeze,

You could have knocked me down with a feather!

Quicker than you could say cheese.

He ran away, hell for leather.


But there’s plenty more fish in the sea,

So, I won’t let it get me down,

I’m going to enrol at University.

Don’t you just love a nice cap and gown?

The End.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/September/2018


Multiple word prompt story – All in a day’s work.

This short tale was inspired by the following words:






Today’s things are: turtle, crepe, radio

All in a Day’s Work

The news came on the radio, the Imperial State Bridge had collapsed. Hundreds of people’s lives were at stake, it was time to change. Game on.

She reached into the back of the wardrobe and took out her orange costume. It was a full body leotard with a stab proof and bullet proof lining and a fetching turtle neck in contrasting purple.

It also had a cape of purple crepe silk.

Her purple velvet mask hid her fine cheekbones but highlighted her green catlike eyes. The mask also held back her cascading chestnut coloured hair.

As she pulled on her purple suede boots, she through her normal clothes into the washing basket. She was a master of the multitask, after all, she was a mother of three, did all her own housework, kept her secret hideout immaculately clean and was editor of the local newspaper.

She opened the window wide and using the special powers that she had somehow acquired from the toxic mixture of cleaning chemicals and printer’s ink, she flew off to save the day.

She didn’t call herself a hero, that word wasn’t enough for her. She was a heroine, but not because of her special powers or the fact that she saved lives. She had raised three children who were well mannered and caring and didn’t spend their lives on their phones all the time. That’s what made her a heroine, the rest was all part of the job.