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Paul Brookes @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social · 5h

Hi @emteepoetry.bsky.social Emily. Here's my first in response to your excellent #promptcombo #Winged. Its from my collection "Hedgerow of Voices."Arrival of Redwings heralds autumn:

Redwing

You may not see me again in this place,
noshing on this bright juiciness that glints
a starlike pattern to our hungry pace
amongst this manmade feast's blazing red hints

added crunch in my beak of skitterers
below in harsh gust, pelting fall of wet
and snow. Alive to slightest twitch feather
of shadow or tick of twig or leaf fret.

When your warm arrives we flit fast up North
to have our bairns, teach them to fly, how we read the patterns in the blue and bright forth
of flashes in the dark Overness. We

may bring them to your wild patterns, of blue
and specks in the black Overness, to you.

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 2h

spring breeds quaint mammals unique tails inside dreys resting pups relax extra nuts laid on the floor #AcrosticOctober #acrostic #poetry @daveashleypoet.bsky.social

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 2h

shades of blue some say azure some cerulean midnight blue traces of pink in vanishing cirrus clouds my eyes kissed by blue hues wandering vast expanse celestial blue soothing frazzled nerves #PoetsOfDoom Sky #poetry

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Mike O’Brien @zoomburst.substack.com · 2h

October challenge. Find an old photo (preferably in a biscuit tin or an older relative's biscuit tin or wherever they keep old photos) and write a poem about it. Post both the photo and the poem on here with the #oddchallenge tag. I'll pick a selection for a #60Odd #poetry page later in the month.

This is my Dad (left) and My Uncle John (Right) on the beach in Blackpool in the late 1950s. Uncle John had driven there. He had been trying to teach my dad to drive, but gave up - no patience My dad never learned to drive.

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 3h

soft currents carry lavender and thyme wafting through a sleeping garden open midnight sky exhaustion leaves under a harvest moon dreams are woven and fade again into the small hours #SenseWrds 277 #poetry

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 5h

Thanks to Ronnie for last week's fantastic prompt! This week tag me @emteepoetry.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Winged Winged or Wingèd? Birds, bugs, planes etc, or dragons/ wingèd cryptids? Icarus? Or winged, as in wounded? Just a few of the possibilities. Looking forward to reading your work!

Micropoem about an airplane in concrete form

Photo of a black and white pigeon, with a black mark on its head like a small hat.

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 7h

savouring sweet spice steaming mug of fragrant chai early morning frost #haikuchallenge #haiku #poetry

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 7h

migrating ducks fly through vivid cloud formations with leaves changing hues #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #poetry

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Dave Ashley @daveashleypoet.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#PoetsOfDoom this week I am your hosty-chap. I have been out getting a certain amount of peace looking at nature... and drinking tea! This week I'd like you to write any poem featuring the #Sky BUT to make it tricky you have to include three or more colours. Any form, any time, anywhere!!

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Lin Hart @poetry-with-hart.bsky.social · 21h

I'm not gunna explain much on this one. Nearly didn't post it, still might shred it. For now, here it is. In case someone needs the message, you'renot alone. Hugs all around. 🫂 CW: implied SA #ampersandafterdark #poem #poetry #skypoem #skypoetry

I am Jane Doe - 1

The band played downstairs
friends of friends of my ex
who moved out two weeks ago
still on good terms, I thought,
small party, for a three story house
ten people, their ten closest friends
I went to bed early, morning exams
double locked door, spread
in what passed for pj's,
Body warm, sleep consumed
meat on the mattress.
I forgot that night, my balcony
shared with my housemate,
the one with the pretty girlfriend
out of town visiting her family,
I forgot that night to check the latch.

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 22h

scratching pen pours out as verse becomes a harbour lines lingering lure trapping heavy loneliness inside some sturdy stanzas #tanka #vss365 harbour #poetry

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

one acorn falling through ten thousand years of oak into this moment #haiku

Photograph taken in central Virginia of the base of an oak tree in the woods with acorns scattered before it. Through the foliage in the distance, you can see the river. Sunlight is streaming down through the branches.

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Lin Hart @poetry-with-hart.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Not sure where this one came from. Gramps popped into my head again I guess. We had talks of getting a little sailboat. One of those things dreamed about over cream sherry before bed, never quite manifested. Not sure he knew I looked either. Anyway, enjoy 🤗 #poemsabout #rot #haikusonnet #poetry

The Birthday Gift I Never Bought Gramps

splintered wreck storied
once upon a time, run down
paint chipped, busted bow

asking five hundred
but he'll take less in all cash,
just a little thing

barely a cabin
three of me long, end to end,
climbed beneath the hull

rot pungent soaked in
shaking my head as I walked
mournful off the lot.

I would keep searching for weeks,
never to find it in time.

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Pythia trembles tormented by dark visions obscure flood washed out remnants of optimism leaving only heaviness #tanka #emoetry #poetry

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

night chill birthed dense fog enveloping the forest dawn dispersed the gloom #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #poetry

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stace.bot @stacebot.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

For this week's #PoemsAbout #Rot I'm thinking about another way something can die while surrounded by what it needs. Not rot, exactly. @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #prompt #poetry #blueskypoetry #writesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poets #creativewriting

winter burn

this is how an evergreen dies of thirst.
the water is there.
under six inches of frozen ground
the roots,
surrounded by it.
all winter
the needles keep giving
what the roots
cannot replace.
first
they turn gold.
we call them beautiful.
then brown.
by spring
everyone can see
the brown.
underground
nothing
was ever missing.

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Sisyphos groaning unable to escape fate unrelenting rock never once reaching the top trapped within the underworld #tanka #2WordPrompt #poetry

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

brown withering roots disease hollowed out their trunks bare skeletal crowns crows perch on empty branches once lush woods now a wasteland #tanka #poetry

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🅰️Washington M.A. artist | author | activist 🖇️ @arw-raw.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

SŌLSEED Anniversary Oct 2026 New Design 🤩 #SkyPoets 😉 A #SŌLSËËD Joint 🌻 #PoetryCommunity #Prompt “A prompt, a pulse, a purpose of the soul —to water a seed. Join #October #SkyPoets #Monthly #Prompter Use word or theme: both #poetry #art #photography #writing Please Tag: #Solseed + word

MONTHLY PROMPT
#SÖLSËËD | OCTOBER

#PROMPT

POETRY • ART •
PHOTOGRAPHY • WRITING

October Words
OCT 1-5

• FALL
week theme: solar eclipse
OCT 20-25
• FRAMEWORK
week theme: MIGHTY
OCT 5-10
REVIVE
week theme: SOLAR
OCT 25-31
• SEQUENCE
week theme: MIRACLE
OCT 10-20 • FASCINATION
week theme: SUNBIRD

TAG:
#Solseed + the prompt word

A #SÕLSËED Joint
Founded & published by
#ARW-RAW

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Merril D. Smith @merrildsmith.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Good morning! Happy Friday! Another tough one for me. #PoemsAbout #Rot As always, thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk I'll be back later to read and comment on others!

Poem:

Composting
Fools seek fools’ gold,
for a glimpse of gain—

destroy the seas
forgo the rain—

they rot from within
belching bellies, dissolving spines,

upped on T,
mean with greed.

Can protests, people, press
break down the morass--

what might we grow
after decomposition, in new soil?

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Eric Montgomery @madp03t.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

I think I'm a little late to this week's #PoemsAbout #Rot. But here is my offering anyway... @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #prompt #poetry #blueskypoetry #writesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poets #creativewriting

Poem written and (c) 2026 by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). All Rights Reserved.

Soft, the peach goes.
Gold into brown,
sweet into ooze.

Under the sink,
a slow drip ticks
into swollen wood.

Behind the wall,
black constellations spread
where no stars should.

Bread grows a blue-green beard.
Milk turns thick in the throat.

The tongue heaves back.
A sour thread climbs
behind the nose.
Swallow, you cannot.

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

swift airless escape drifting between cold stardust oxygen tank wanes screams won't cut deep silence space becomes a grim graveyard #firwords280 #tanka #poetry

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

sabotaged sensations sickly sweet smiles severe strikes soon succumbing sole survivor sobs #emoetry #poetry #tautogram

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

youth falling prey to the lure of social media brutalized language #senryu #vss365 lure #poetry

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stace.bot @stacebot.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

For this week's #PoemsAbout #Rot I'm thinking about how far a memory can spread before we stop calling it memory. @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #prompt #poetry #blueskypoetry #writesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poets #creativewriting

rot

still
i lie awake
to look at your
side of the bed
the light knows
you are not there
but i don't
stop seeing you
the face
comes first
a pale pause
above the pillow
your breath
against my mouth
the shape of a body
occupying the dark
i know you are not here
still
i wait
see if you'll move

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Paul Cannon @pvcannon.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

For #PoemsAbout #Rot With much thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

A free verse poem that reflects on life and death.

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

mystic mountain range glittering peaks beckoning courageous climbers striving to reach the summit sunrise on the horizon #vss365 mountain #tanka #poetry

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

I hope everyone is having a good Friday. I am having a busy one, so am going to post this and run! I will leave reading everyone else's until tonight when I can hopefully relax 😌 #PoemsAbout #Rot @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #Poetry

Slow Death

My mother's garden once held itself together
the way a thought survives a sleepless night,
each bed and border aligned
to some private geometry of care.

Now rot works through it
like a forgotten language returning
to the mouth.

Apples soften where they land.
Pears remain aloft, unchosen,
moons refusing their eclipse.

The shed folds inward by degrees,
its boards separating from one another
old friends who have exhausted
every story.
Rain collects in the bench.
The wood drinks and drinks,
remembering old thirsts.
The fence gives up its straight lines.
One panel lies down in the nettles,
gravity has won the argument.

Nothing is cleared.
Leaves gather,
brown receipts from a season
that no longer keeps records.

I walk there and feel
time changing shape.
Not passing, but thickening.

Everything she touched
continues the cycle without her.

The trees stand crowded with
their unfinished offerings,
and death hangs on the branches:
a bruised apple
holding one square of light.

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Fiftywords @fiftywords.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Here’s one for #PoemsAbout #Rot Thanks as ever to @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Rot Apples slump beneath the tree, their sweetness turning,
their skins split open to wasps, mould, the soft insistence
of the earth.
Wood darkens at the edges.
Bark gives up its hardness. Underneath, the pale threads of fungus move quietly through the wreckage,
stitching fallen things together. There is heat in it, low, damp, held close, the mulch steaming faintly
when the morning turns cold. Everything firm is being persuaded out of its shape: leaf into loam, flesh into richness,
the fallen branch
into something roots can enter. And below all this yielding, blind as hunger,
the earth grows dark
with what it has been given.

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Rachel Darker @racheldarker.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

I dedicate this to anyone facing difficult times today and wish everyone small wins or the honour of staying present with love and compassion throughout. May the protection and courage of a thousand seagulls carry you all forwards like feathers on a wing 🕊️ ✌️ ✨ #ECK #photography #hope #sunsets

A seagulls feather is planted in the sand, a conduit from the sky to earth, representing the journey of all that in between.

The sun blazes behind the tip of the feather, illuminating its delicate form. Pieces of stranded seaweed scattered and a medium sized rock sits to the left of the feather on sand that glows golden in the setting sun.

The waves and shoreline run along the centre of the image below a golden and blue sky peppered with puffy clouds and lines of cirrus cloud.

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Talah Reed @talahreed.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

A small study in distance, denial and cut flowers. #poemsabout #rot #poetrysky #poetsky

STILL FLOWERS

The flowers lasted eighteen days.
I know because I counted.

By six, the water had gone cloudy.
By nine, the first stem bent.
By thirteen, they had started
leaning on each other
for structural reasons.

I changed the water anyway.

From the kitchen door
they still looked like flowers.

I tried the hallway.

Still flowers.

The sofa:
flowers.

Three feet away:

less convincing.

Up close
they had become
a collection of failures,
minor and major.

Apparently beauty
has a minimum viewing distance.

Nobody tells you this.

Museums know it.

Pointillists knew it.

By eighteen
I knew it too.

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