Pumpkin Spice (Day 4, poem)

Pumpkin Spice

She smelt of pumpkin spice

and all things really nice

she was so good and sweet

her taste couldn’t be beat

she collapsed in my arms like a prop

as I drained her of every last drop

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt Day 4 – Pumpkin Spice provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Silence – Six Pieces (poetry)






after the thunderstorm

silence hangs in the air


a bright sun reflects

off the damp concrete




Lost Love vol. 7


we don’t talk


I’m erased

out of your



there is

only silence

left between







when I play the card

only silence from

the other players


they know the game

is over






after I walk

back into the

kitchen the

silence from

the microwave

suggests dinner

is ready






upon switching on the

new particle accelerator

all matter was ripped apart

leaving silence & empty







once the sounds

of gunshots fade


all that is left

are dead bodes


& a shocked



Joanne Fisher


These were all written with the prompt silence provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #100. Word count was 16, though in some cases I didn’t include the prompt in the count which is in the rules.


I was at a loose end this afternoon so I sat in my bed listening to music and wrote these…


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