My poem “Blackcurrants” in Catalyst 17



My poem Blackcurrants has been published in the latest Catalyst. I am grateful to the editors.




 you fill large enamel pots

with ripe blackcurrants

the warm air pungent

& sticky with their juice


I was never sure what

you did with them all


those bushes are gone now

along with your pruned roses

& the willow tree

& you


yet here I am always

looking up at you

your back bent picking

from the rows of bushes

with overflowing basins

at your feet



Joanne Fisher



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©2020 Joanne Fisher


Your Heather (poem)

Your Heather

you have

your own


so I’m

cut out

like some


left to face

my despair


a dweller

in the dark

hiding from

your light

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 27

This was written with the prompt Heather provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #177.

I’ve used a contemporary meaning of Heather in the poem – “A Heather is basically the person your crush is in love with. They might go out and “find a Heather,” and it sucks because that person is not you.” Read more about it here: What’s a Heather?

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Confines (poem/repost)


today I’m at South Brighton

walking along the foaming sand

watching the escalator

waves roll in


I’m holding my camera tightly

as if you were contained

within its body

& you are


we were in the garden

& I was storing images

your rare smiles


for a single


the flurry of movement



all I have is

a dozen blurred pictures

of your embarrassed

shy smiles

trying to escape

the lens

Joanne Fisher

This was first posted on my blog in January 2018. The poem was originally published in Glottis.

Tomorrow morning I finally move into my new flat. I’m feeling a bit nervous about it all, and I’m hoping it all goes okay. I’m also rapidly running out of funds…

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

How to Win Friends and Influence People (poem)

How to Win Friends and Influence People

“If this is what you’re offering

I’ll take the rain”


I’m not the best

to rectify things,

if I talk

it’s all garbled

I hide instead

hoping the world

will disappear

and me with it

there’s no point

when communication

just fails

I hide instead

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 35

This was written with the prompt rectify provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #174.

Sorry the title was rather sarcastic…

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Second Letter (poem/repost)

Second Letter

you’ve been back

in this country a

year now & still I

wait to see you

all I have received

is a letter telling me

you did the St. James

again with some friends

you made overseas I

remember when we did

that same track together

tramping through matagouri

thickets & cold swollen

streams where I kept losing

my footing but you were

always there ensuring I

didn’t get swept away

tumbling down mountains

to the sea

I need that –

someone who is there

to catch me & grab hold

before I fall

Joanne Fisher

I was planning to work on the next installment of Dumb Vampires, but I’ve been sick with food poisoning, and spent the last day resting as much as I could. While it’s not the first time I’ve had food poisoning, it’s the first time I’ve done it to myself (and someone else) 🤢

On the plus side I am feeling better than I was…

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Ongoing (poem)


many astronomers think

the universe is endless

boundless with galaxies

going on forever

like my love

for you

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 18

This was written with the prompt endless provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #172.

Lately I bought the soundtrack of 2001: A Space Odyssey on iTunes as it was only $11. I mainly bought it for the tracks by György Ligeti which I’ve always found fascinating, but unsettling. In the film, Ligeti’s tracks are used with the monolith (both Earth and the Moon) and when the Discovery arrives at Jupiter and Bowman starts traveling through vast distances of space. For some reason that music coupled with the blackness of space is chilling, or so I find. I was listening to this soundtrack as I read today’s WordPress feed…

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Fallen (poem)


in the end I was always

a child of the dark, even though

once I was a shining light

there I was, in Paradise

but my heart was uneasy

never a team player, all I wanted

was a change in the management,

I was cast out, and fell a long way…

Hell was already there, all I did

was make it my own, a reflection

of my own torment

my wings broken, through

the long millennia they began

to heal, until one day

I launched into the air

and for the first time flew

above my own dark kingdom

Joanne Fisher

word count: 99

I think I’ve been watching too much Lucifer lately…

This was my second response to the prompt of a first flight provided by the Carrot Ranch August 13 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Sailing (poem)


I’ve decided to go ahead and buy a boat

even though it obviously needs a coat

of paint, but now I can sail the sea

somewhere I have always longed to be

In truth, I’ve never sailed before

but how hard could it be? I adore

the idea, so surely it will be okay

the rules of the sea I will obey

You can’t say I’m a lappin

what’s the worst that could happen?

Joanne Fisher

Word Count: 70 (approx.)

It’s a silly poem….

WordPress has now made their new Block Editor mandatory. Bear with me as I try to work out how it works. Does anyone know how to increase the size of the typeface with the new editor?

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #92.

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher