Winterland (poem)

Winterland


1


did i tell you
i was cold

in winter everything
dies
ice
has no opponent

my naked feet
slip over old 
affections


2


what surprising lack
of depth -

shallow streams directly
from the snowline
brimmed with sharp
bladed
icicles

the frost of our distances

my love
aren't you frozen

like me?


Joanne Fisher



Part 1 was first published in plainwraps no.5

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The Direction of the Road (poem)


The Direction of the Road


we follow the road
not exactly knowing
where it leads us...

downwards
to black tunnels rolling into
the strata of Earth's crust or
upwards 
to weaving black hawks
tearing up the blue sky

the wind tousling your
marram grass hair

now you are drumming
your bone fingers
on a red formica table
nervous energy
you say
as a thin clear light
dances through this café
we discuss a thing
called love & other
stuff

perhaps we are lost

in these deep sea-green
chambers

lost like poems

unable to rise
out of sleep


Joanne Fisher



First published in Takahe no.38

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Falling in Love (poem)

Falling in Love


it's those smiles she beams at you
when she serves flat-whites & toasted bagels
that makes you notice her

her face shimmers as if
under the layer of her skin
there is a clear light
making her translucent

eventually you muster the courage
to ask her out fearful
her face might suddenly
succumb to frost

when she says "Yes!"
your heart detonates

the world opens up into light
as if you so willed it
you could just float away
& walk among pristine white clouds
the tides rising in your heart
you grin like the village idiot

you go out to the movies
& walk home with her
the dark hides you both as you hold hands
as cars race furiously past

then on porch
your arms wrap around each other
as the night enfolds the hills

you hope this will be
a happy ever after


Joanne Fisher

This poem was first published in Catalyst 1

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Morning Love (poem)



Morning Love


I can feel summer coming
bursting the flowers open
warming the old bones
of the earth

above a fighter jet sears
a long white scar on an
unblemished cerulean 
sky

this morning we have
scrambled eggs together
a golden yellow on
wholemeal toast
after we had been
through the night
consuming each other

the new light floods
through the windows
reflecting in your burning
sapphire eyes and shimmering
blonde hair

love...

roll that word around
 succinctly in your mouth
for a while

on a morning like this
it tastes so sweet


Joanne Fisher


First published in Spin no.39

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Half Past Four (poem)



Half Past Four


two lovers enfolded
at a busy intersection
cars going past, a cafe

in the foreground
oblivious to the rest
of the world watching

them in wonder
except each other
it's like a back & white

photograph you've seen
of two lovers kissing
as monochrome cars

stream past their horizons
it could be Rome, Paris,
or New York, at least

somewhere more exotic
than Christchurch.
Dostoevsky wrote that

beauty will save the world
it's time like this I know
what he means


Joanne Fisher

This poem was first published in JAAM 19.

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Clarice (flash fiction)

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Clarice

 

She said her name was Clarice. We had arranged to meet in a café. In the end, she was thirty minutes late when she finally turned up. I don’t know why I waited for so long. I had already decided that she wasn’t coming.

Her skin was pale and her hair was long and dark. She had green eyes that seemed to shine in the dull light. I was feeling annoyed when she arrived and sat down before me. Her incandescent smile alone was enough for me to forgive her. So I stayed, and slowly we fell in love.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

 

This was written with the prompt Clarice provided by the Carrot Ranch March 5 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

 

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Thought Disorder

Last year I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have. She already had a partner and early on she just saw me as a friend, until it all got weird. It created all sorts of issues. But I can’t choose who I have feelings for. My problem is when I fall for someone my feelings go very deep and are hard to get rid of. The only thing that works is time and letting the feelings die but that can take a long while, even years. And though there are some days I’m fine, there are also many days where she is on my mind and on these days I have to hold tight and weather the storm. The best thing I can do is keep myself occupied and in fact this whole blog is just one really big attempt to stop me thinking about her, or at least help me get over the bad days when I’m feeling a lot of emotional pain, as I am today. But at least I’ve been constructive with my time.

When I look back at the last year I’m really proud of the stuff I’ve written and the projects I’ve started and finished. A year ago I didn’t think I would be putting up my own fiction on this blog as I’m doing now. It really just started as articles of things that interested me and my poetry. I think it’s proof that some good can be created out of a bad experience or situation. If I wasn’t able to write or express myself I would have finished myself off a long time ago I suspect, as I almost did last year. If I hadn’t survived I would never have completed my sequences The Return or Volcano City, and what is rapidly becoming my first ever completed novel, The Sky-Pirates of Durn, would never have come to be written. Sometimes you never realise the value of holding on.

I do often wonder how she is doing. I have no idea if she is reading my posts or ignoring them, but I imagine it’s probably the latter, even though if it wasn’t for her they may have never been written. A lot of great work was probably also created by similar circumstances. I think there are many artists and writers that were left behind or unwanted and this helped fuel their creativity.

The title of this post comes from the song Thought Disorder by the New Zealand group Tall Dwarfs. Listen to it here.

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Falling In Love (repost)

 

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Falling In Love

 

it’s those smiles she beams at you

when she serves flat-whites & toasted bagels

that makes you notice her

 

her face shimmers as if

under the layer of skin

there is a clear light

making her translucent

 

eventually you muster the courage

to ask her out fearful

her face might suddenly

succumb to frost

 

“I was wondering if you…”

 

& when she says “Yes!”

your heart detonates

 

the world opens up into light

as if you so willed it

you could just float away

& walk amongst pristine white clouds

the tides rising in your heart

you grin like the village idiot

 

you go out to the pictures

you walk home with her

the dark hides you both as you hold hands

& cars race furiously past

 

then on the porch

your arms wrap around each other

as the night sky enfolds the hills

 

you hope this will be

a happy ever after

 

Joanne Fisher

 

 

This is a re-post of a poem I published here in November 2017.

I was planning to post another chapter of The Sky-Pirates of Durn, but something has happened. I was on YouTube and my computer suddenly went crazy. Since then I have done deep scans and it has shown nothing. It may be a hardware issue, I don’t know, but it’s going to make typing out another chapter incredibly difficult and frustrating. I’ll show you what’s happening:

If I don’t bother editing it c3om7es out looking like this.9 If I use num7bers z1-.9 this is waht happens: z1x2c3v456m7,8.9. And it seem7s to be getting worse.9 If you hav4e any ideas about what to do let m7e know.9 I m7ay hav4e to take it som7ewhere to be fix2ed and that will take tim7e and m7oney I don’t hav4e.9

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True Story (poem)

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True Story

 

the first time

you meet her

you’re captivated –

caught in the orbit

of a brilliant new sun

 

she is stuck in your thoughts

you hope you’re in hers

 

every time you meet

you seem full of electricity

you just want to be there

reflecting her radiance…

 

then one day she is gone

& you are lost

 

in the sub-light hours

waking from strange dreams

you imagine she is there

her arms wrapped around –

a layer to protect you from the world

 

but she is not there

she will never be there

her eyes now cold

as a starless void

 

you hope she will text, call,

or something

your happiness slowly falls

away

 

you will survive this… barely

you will cry, you will fall apart

& yet she is always there

 

you wake up alone

hoping you can let her go.

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

 

This poem was something I had to write to help get it out of my system. I haven’t really been in the mood to continue writing the story I’m working on or various articles I have planned, hence all the poetry at the moment. They’re all there worked out in my head, but at the moment I’m just chilling doing other things. I recently gave up smoking as I could no longer afford it and it was cutting into my food budget which meant I was going hungry a lot of the time and I think this is affecting my ability to sit down and write for long periods. Once all the nicotine cravings are gone I’m sure I’ll be writing long screeds of text again… 🙂