The Picnic (poem)

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The Picnic

 

 

It was our first date, and to a park

we went, it was a nice summer day

She was so beautiful, I adored her,

as we unpacked, I decided to say:

 

“Those are strange looking windmills over there.”

She just laughed out loudly and shook her head

“They’re actually windpumps for draining,

I didn’t know you were so stupid!” she said

 

Offended, I flung the potato salad

which landed perfectly across her face

Enraged, she picked up the mayo and sprayed

it at me, so I quickened the pace

 

and threw all the crusty bread rolls at her,

so she quickly stood up and dumped the jar

of pickles over my head, I then

brought out the champagne, raising the bar

 

I shook the bottle and popped it open

the force of the champagne hit like a high

pressure hose, she was instantly drenched,

she stormed off without even saying bye.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 151

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #90.

 

 

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Unreciprocated (poem)

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unreciprocated

 

 

we never kissed

or even touched,

though i imagined

what it might be

like as your lover,

you seemed both

attracted and repelled,

the nuances of our

desires, i said i

loved you, but

all i got was

silence

 

Joanne Fisher

 

 

Word count: 38 + prompt

 

This was written with the prompt nuance provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #167.

 

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Your Eyes (poem)

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Your Eyes

 

 

listening to

The Beatles

I asked

 

what the phrase

girl with kaleidoscope eyes

meant –

 

she said

look into mine,

 

in them

I was lost

 

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 23 + prompt

 

This was written with the prompt kaleidoscope provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #160.

 

During the lockdown for some reason I began listening to The Beatles again. As a kid I grew up with The Beatles being played often, but it had been a while since I had heard them. I found it interesting that I remembered all the songs to every last detail. It’s amazing how music just stays in your memory like that. I really loved hearing Sgt. Pepper again. There’s a detailed analysis of the album on Wikipedia. It goes through every song on the album and how they were recorded. It must have been quite amazing when it was first released. I think their creative high point was the Rubber Soul/Revolver/Sgt. Pepper period.

 

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Lost: One Golden Ring. Please Return to Owner (poem)

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Lost: One Golden Ring. Please Return to Owner

 

 

I’ve lost my wonderful golden ring

I forged it myself in the Fire

you don’t know of the joy it did bring

so wickedly proud of it I was

 

It looked to be of the plainest gold, but when

put on my finger, the heat revealed

fiery letters I inscribed myself then

that’s how you know it’s truly mine

 

But one day some heartless brute appeared

and hacked off my ring (along with my finger)

I fell to pieces and he just disappeared

my wonderful golden ring was gone

 

my attacker was careless and managed

to lose it in the bottom of a river

lying there I hope it wasn’t damaged

but since then it’s been found again

 

I know my ring is out there somewhere

so I sent some servants to search for it

but it seems they couldn’t locate it anywhere

so for now, I sadly have to go without

 

if you happen to have my golden ring

please consider returning it to me

having it back would make my heart sing

I feel so incomplete without it

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

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Flight into the Unknown (poem)

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Ruru (aka Morepork)

Flight into the Unknown

i.m. Gertrude Fisher

 

old ruru

standing guard

 

over our totara

it is ending –

 

fly through

the tall forest

 

to wherever

it leads…

 

as you finally

exhale

 

crying mokopuna

surround you

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This is sort of a complete rewrite of an older poem. To anyone who isn’t a New Zealander/Aotearoan I may need to explain some words: Ruru (also known as a Morepork) is a native owl. Totara is a native tree that grows very tall. It has very dense wood, thick stringy bark, and needle-like leaves. Mokopuna is the Maori word for grandchildren. One of my favourite Maori words.

This is a poem about my grandmother who died a few years ago now. She collected owl figurines, and so I always saw her as an owl, though some in the family called her Mouse (which I didn’t)…

I’ve deliberately used some Maori symbolism here (though my grandmother was of Irish-German descent). Rurus in Maori mythology were seen as guardians with powers to protect and advise. The totara symbolises life and growth, and also social solidarity, though in this poem I’ve extended it to mean family.

 

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Totara

 

 

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The Emptiness (poem)

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The Emptiness

 

I was still only a child

when the dark first entered

and of course nobody cared

so I grew up feeling broken

believing my insides were black

and the vampires saw that

they knew I would let them in

to feed on what was left

it was my own tough luck

I was told I could be cured

so long as I paid lots of money

I didn’t really have, so I figured

no one was actually worried

about whatever happened

and the black emptiness

continued growing

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

 

Sorry it’s been a difficult day. Think of this as a plot summary of my childhood and early twenties….

 

 

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The High Castle (poem)

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The High Castle

 

 

the world is silent now

 

once something sang

in the branches of the dying tree

 

it had a name

they all had names

 

there were names for everything

I cannot remember them

 

the older I get the less sure I am of anything

all I see is my world falling into darkness

 

stomping around the empty halls

with a festering wound that will not heal

 

I wish I could die

seriously

 

I wish I could die

 

*

 

the world has seen

alpha & omega

 

life still clings to this rock

let go

 

let go let go let go let go let go let go

before it all

 

happens again

 

*

 

long ago there was a vision –

 

a golden chalice

healing the old wounds

of the decayed earth

 

I do not know if it was meant for me

 

some days I sit beside the river

choked with dry weeds

watching a fading sun slowly descend

 

the trees scratching the dead sky

with bony fingers

 

hoping to see

a stranger

holding aloft

the golden cup

 

until then, I wait

 

(to

escape

the vortex

face the fury

& burn

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

 

Like Drought Rhythms this is one of my apocalyptic poems. It is based heavily on the Fisher King myth. The narrator has gone slightly insane…

 

 

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CCC#69: The Mistake (poem)

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The Mistake

 

 

The two gnomes did silently creep one night

into the Witch’s grounds, the moon so bright

they planned to raid her garden for food

which would put the Witch in a foul mood

 

“Surely the Witch is here and will see us!”

one said to the other scared of a fuss.

“No, she left on her broom some days ago

and hasn’t returned, so she can’t say no.”

 

Unknown to them both, the Witch had returned

on her broom earlier that day feeling spurned

She was in a mood, and spied the two gnomes

creeping to her garden, she browsed her tomes

 

She pulled out her dark wand once they were near

as they approached her crops, she flicked the air

Instantly they were turned into clay figurines

“Serves them right for trying to take my aubergines”

 

So there the two are in her garden still

a warning not to take against her will

slowly their colours fade and motionless they still stand

if they had asked, she might have given a helping hand.

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

 

Word count: 174

 

I’m 24 words over the limit. I’m sorry about that.

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #69.

 

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Anniversary (Terrible Poetry Competition)

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Anniversary

 

 

I want you to really know right now

This day I’m going to make you go wow

Surprise! It is our anniversary today

We’ve been together for one whole day!

 

I treasure every moment I’m with you

And I really hope you feel the same way too

I just love following you around

Even when you seem to go to ground

 

I just can’t wait when we dine tonight

With your skin looking lovely and white

I love it so much I’d wear it myself

Or possibly leave it dangling from a shelf

 

Anyways, this night I have a big surprise in store

It will probably make you drop your jaw!

I’m going to ask you to marry me

Because I think we are truly meant to be

 

So please say yes because I don’t know what I’d do

Without you, say no you’ll really end up in the poo

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

 

This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Terrible Poetry Competition #60. This weeks theme was Anniversary. No further comment to make….

 

 

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