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

 

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 Thursdays – The Catch of the Day.

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From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him. – Private Peaceful by Michael Morpurgo.

 

Last Thursday I launched this weeks 50 word Thursday challenge, that is to write something inspired by this picture and optionally including the phrase underneath it. It has to be in multiples of 50 words up to a maximum of 250 words.

It is still not too late to take part in this challenge if you’d like to, the link is below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/50-word-thursdays-7/

 

The designer of the statue had intended it to be an advertisement for the community. It represented our fishing industry and also our love for the sea birds that traditionally guided the fisherman to the best catch. He was proud of his masterpiece. He couldn’t possibly envision that some would see it as an obstacle of fun.

Not a day went by when some local hoodlum or scoundrel hadn’t desecrated his statue in some way.

Then came the day when he saw someone had placed a traffic cone on one of his statues arms, he completely lost his temper and went on a rampage, shouting and screaming.

I remember that day clearly. My friends and I were sitting in the main square eating fish and chips when he ran by screaming and foaming at the mouth.

From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him. 

[150 words]

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/18/envision/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/18/your-daily-word-prompt-advertisement-february-18-2019/

 

A Factor in Being Catholic – The Murder Mystery Continues.

 

I started writing a murder mystery some time ago, we are almost at the end now.

I wish to apologise to readers. I expected this to be the last part, but I find that it is longer than I realised. That’s what comes of writing a story ‘on the hoof’ so to speak, rather than having it all planned out. I hope you will forgive me that there is a little more to come. I will endeavour to have it finished as soon as possible.

If you’d like to read this story from the beginning, click on this link:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/11/the-start-of-it-a-short-story-with-familiar-characters/

 

A Factor in being Catholic

At Audrey’s request to see Lord Halifax, the butler took a deep breath. It seemed to say that he’d never heard such an audacious request before. She was trying to remember the butler’s name. She had after all, dined there on rare occasions. She had been very good friends with Claudia Halifax but her husband had always been an austere man who didn’t like company much. The name came back to her, it was Burroughs.

“He is at home, isn’t he Burroughs?” She asked, hoping that using his name might make him a little more helpful.

“Yes, he is Madam, if you would wait in the hall, I will enquire if he is receiving visitors.”

Continue reading A Factor in Being Catholic – The Murder Mystery Continues.