Before Armageddon – A Multiple Word Prompt Poem

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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

FOWC with Fandango — Percent

A Public Scene – A Multiple Word Prompt Story.

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“I Delate you for the shameless hussy that you are!” He shouted at her through the letterbox.

The neighbours gathered round to hear the latest slinging match. The two moved in just a year ago and it had been constant drama and arguments ever since.

“I know he’s in there with you!” He screamed.

The window upstairs opened and his wife emerged, a pink satin dressing gown wrapped around her slinky shoulders.

“Will you keep it down! I have had it up to here with your petty jealousies. You used to be my Knight in shining armour but that soon fizzled out. You just couldn’t live up to the promises. That’s it, I want a Divorce!”

“I know Steve’s up there with you. You gave me your pledge that it was all over. Well if you want a Divorce, you can have one. You can have the house but I want the car, the Wifi, The Umbrella and of course, I want custody of Oliver.”

“Oh, No you don’t, you are not having custody of Oliver. You can’t have him.”

“Just watch me”. He smashed open the front door, forgetting that they always kept a spare key under the mat and ran into the house.

He emerged ten minutes later with a bright orange Umbrella tucked under his arm, the Wifi box held by its cable between his teeth and carrying a large aquatic tank.

Inside the tank was a small Octopus, swimming around, appearing to enjoy the ride.

His wife screamed from the window “Nooo! Bring back Oliver, he’s my Octopus!”

With everything he’d been carrying placed in the back of his car. He drove off into the sunset.

The neighbours applauded. Shakespeare had nothing on these two.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/March/2019

Today’s prompt: divorce, umbrella, octopus

FOWC with Fandango — WiFi




Twittering Tales #107– The Passing of Power – A Tale in less than 280 Characters.

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She rested in the ruin, the constant sound of the crows lulled her to sleep.

Keeping up the public façade was exhausting and her title no longer bestowed the power that used to enchant her so.

She accepted her time was over.

Satan ruled openly now, money was the way he kept score.

[280 characters]

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s weekly challenge see link below:

Twittering Tales #107 – 23 October 2018

FOWC with Fandango — Public