Disconcerting
someone behind me
on the bus
whistling in time
to the music playing
on my headphones
Joanne Fisher
I do have some posts lined up, I’m just dealing with motivation issues at the moment.
©2023 Joanne Fisher
Disconcerting (poem)
Category: poetry
The Offering (poem)
Illustration by Louis-Maurice Boutet de Monvel
The Offering through the flames I see the English soldiers happily watching my body burn to ash a witch they called me, yet my visions were from God, I swear what is divine on one side seems demonic to the other * I led armies to victory in Orleans, and gained access to Reims for a new king to be crowned all the while dressed in armour, unusual for a woman, maybe but what else could this soldier of God wear? * though I die this day though the Church calls me a heretic though my remains will be thrown into the Seine - let the world make of me whatever it will Joanne Fisher
I’m not sure why I’ve written a poem about Joan of Arc, but it popped into my head, though she is a very intriguing historical figure.
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If You Could Be Here (poem)
If You Could Be Here it's always easy to wish we hadn't gone separate ways often I dream you are with me everyday I write a letter in my head you would have loved it here: the perfect stillness in the heat fields of wheat looking like a Van Gogh painting lazily swaying in the breeze the line of mountains on the horizon leading to forever, though sometimes I wish we had wolves so I could join them howling in the dark, my letters to you always ramble, never reaching an end as I am always truly dazzled by the beauty of this world Joanne Fisher
Word count: 99
This was written with the prompt to write a story as a love letter to nature (though I wrote a poem) provided by the Carrot Ranch February 6 Story Challenge.
I haven’t written much lately as last week we had a heatwave, I also had to get the flat clean for an inspection, and there was another personal crisis which I won’t go into. None of these were conducive to sitting down and focusing on new work, but the next few days should be clear so I can work on some further stories…
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Headstone (poem)
Headstone your name engraved on a headstone the only place left where I can still see you in my dreams I meet you again Joanne Fisher
Word count: 23
This was written with the prompt engrave provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #289.
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Antiquarian (poem)
Antiquarian Life is hectic being a bibliopole being very busy sure can take its toll searching through dusty halls like some restless mole to find an ancient tome left in some hole then selling it for a fortune is my goal Joanne Fisher
Word count: 39 + prompt
This was written with the prompt bibliopole provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #286
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The Stars Below (poem)
The Stars Below feverishly scratching on a manuscript all day all night the words drumming leaking through your matchstick fingers onto the blotted parchment a spider dancing across the page with ink stained legs "the stars!" you mutter to a shadowy room "the stars!" the windows shuttered the doors firmly bolted "hissing the stars tell me everything I know!" Joanne Fisher
As I’m still recovering I thought I would share an older poem that I don’t think I’ve published here before. The title is stolen from an Ursula K. Le Guin short story. That story is about a mind that’s been turned inward, and so is this poem. This poem is also about the creative process and the intense focusing on what you’re working on to the exclusion of everything else…
I’ve been rather ill over the last few days, which is why I haven’t published anything here for a time, but I am getting better and normal service should resume shortly 🙂
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Over My Dead Body (Day3, 13 Days of Samhain)
Over My Dead Body Over my dead body they piled rock and stone charms and enchantments all to ensure that I could never return they were pitiful fools for their futile efforts inevitably I will transcend death once more I will rise up rule the world and everything in it this time nothing can stop me Joanne Fisher
This was written with the prompt Over My Dead Body provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.
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Superimposed (poem)
Superimposed you're always superimposed on my memories, so no matter where I go or whatever I do there you are topmost in my thoughts I would never admit it openly, but I miss you a lot of the time so wherever I am I always take you with me, and now I'm unsure how this could ever change Joanne Fisher
Word count: 57 + prompt
This was written with the prompt superimpose provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #279.
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Broken Glass (poem)
Broken Glass I travel down to Dunedin bearing two wineglasses delicately hand-painted like stained glass but broken & you sit cross-legged on the your bare wooden floor trying to make something greater than its pieces another puzzle to sort out like your jigsaws like the both of us with no final pattern discernible yet imagine if there was someone who could piece together my own fragments - I too could be a shining new object Joanne Fisher
First published in JAAM 12
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Confines (poem)
Confines today I'm at South Brighton walking along the foaming sand watching escalator waves rolling in mechanically I'm holding my camera tightly as if you were contained within its body & you are earlier we were in the garden & I was storing images your rare smiles frozen for a single microsecond the flurry of movement caught indelibly later all I have is a dozen blurred pictures of your embarrased shy smiles trying to escape the lens Joanne Fisher
This poem was first published in JAAM 8.
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