What do you See? – Ghostly Footsteps.


This poem is written in response to Helene Vaillant’s What do you see Challenge:

What do you See? March/26/2019

and also the Tuesday’s Writing Prompt Challenge from the Go Dog Go Cafe, to write a poem containing the line “Footsteps of the Mind”.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge March 26, 2019


As I wander through the cloisters,

Just to see what I can find,

I hear a noise come suddenly

Like the footsteps of the mind.


Are these spectres from my memories?

Or something much more sinister?

Is it a thief that haunts the shadows

With some violence to administer?


My heart beats faster as I linger

In the dim and darkening light

Then I see from out the shadows

Something Impish, bold and white.


I see it bound and run towards me

And I scream and jump a mile

Then I realise that what I feared

Is just a dog, This makes me smile.


Can there ever be a terror

Greater than the one I find

When I leave my thoughts to linger

On those footsteps in my mind?


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/March/2019


I have also included the following word prompts:

Word of the Day: Impish


Ragtag Daily Prompt: Thief



Kaleidoscopic Mind – A poem written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles.


This poem was written for Kira’s Sunda Scribbles. If you’d like to take part in this challenge, to write something in response to the picture above, click on the link below:



Kaleidoscopic Mind.


If my head was a kaleidoscope,

My mind it would disclose,

It’s images, some dark, some light,

If you stared right up my nose.


What wonders would you likely see?

What secrets would you find?

It would show you my darkest thoughts,

The times I’d been unkind.


And those times when I’d been really good,

They’d show up as a spray

A glorious eruption of golden fireworks

A coloured light display.


You might see my Ego sitting there,

In a grand and regal pose.

Or my conscience whispering carefully,

Affecting each decision that I chose.


But alas this is not at all the case,

You cannot read my mind,

And If you should stare right up my nose,

Only bogeys you would find.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/March/2019


This poem also contains the following Word Prompts:


FOWC with Fandango — Regal


Mind Harvest – A Haiku inspired by art.



Has no limit; Harvest the,

Wonders of the mind. 


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/October/2018



FOWC with Fandango — Limit

Her Legacy – A multiple word prompt short story.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Only a trace remained of her former beauty. She had been beautiful once and young.

She reflected how temporary both youth and beauty were. Evanescent. Here today then gone before you could appreciate them.

She had wanted to be a great actress or a model, but she had never been able to reach the heights. She always looked like a pale imitation of the real thing. A pastiche of a famous star. Some people had said she looked a bit like Elizabeth Taylor. She had dark hair like her but her eyes were just blue not violet like that famous screen siren’s.

She resigned herself to her fate, she would never be a great actress or model and gone were her youth and beauty. She wished now, she had cultivated her mind instead. That was something that seemed to last a bit longer.

Well never to late to start. She clicked onto the website of her local college and enrolled on a course.

Then she returned to babysitting her three gorgeous grandchildren. They were her legacy after all.








Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 05/July/2018