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Thank you @emteepoetry.bsky.social for this week's #PromptCombo #Winged. I've been pulled away for some weeks but delighted to be back reading. #poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #poems #skypoets #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #poetsofbluesky #skypoet #writingcommunity

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Suzy Dobie @suzydobie.bsky.social · 10h

Hi, @emteepoetry.bsky.social Here is an offering for #PromptCombo #Winged The piece was originally written for a prompt by @malformed-poetry.bsky.social , but I am quite fond of it, and I hope it fits the bill. Thanks for the prompt! #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writercommunity #prompt

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La Reine des Metaphores @metaphorqu.bsky.social · 12h

@emteepoetry.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Winged I miss the Swifts now it's October The Jays on the swoop for Acorns Almost make up for it And if the Owls leave me another feather I'll accept that Birdkind is on my side.

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 10h

@emteepoetry.bsky.social here is my offering for #Winged. This is an old one, but I love this #PromptCombo, so there may well be more to come. #Poetry

Ghost in Feathers

The barn walls drink the last of the light.
Shadows bloom like bruises across the beams.
The swallows sleep in cloistered hush;
the oxblood tractor ticks,
a cooling beast slain at sunset.

Moths rise, dust-winged,
erratically searching
for the memory of light.
Spiders unfurl their wire legs,
threading tremors through webs.
Bats spill from broken gables,
their flight a soft percussion
through the dark.

The barn's hushed breath is silenced.
But the night's chorus is not complete.
One nocturnal spectre lingers.
Watching.
Seeing all.

Talons unfurl, rusted hooks sear
through feathers pale as bone.
She ends her vigil with a haunted cry,
and the scuttling things below
wonder if they are the who she calls for.

There is no fanfare, only death on wing.
Silent, surgical, inevitable.
Rending flesh, she claims her prize,
then slips between the rafters,
folding into their oaken skin.

Though night wanes, she remains:
perched, unmoving, unblinking.
Waiting.
A ghost in feathers.

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Jude @jude-brucemoll.bsky.social · 14h

Thankyou @emteepoetry.bsky.social for this week's #promptcombo #winged #poetry I'll try to focus later in the week but in the meantime an old one from me.

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Fleur Du Pseudonym @fleurdu.bsky.social · 13h

TW:may contain uncomfortable content @emteepoetry.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Winged

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David Birch @davidbirch.bsky.social · 16h

Many thanks @emteepoetry.bsky.social for today's #PromptCombo #Winged. I'm pressed for time this week so I thought I'd let this old one fly again. Will catch up with other offerings from the #PoetryCommunity later.

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Paul Brookes @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social · 23h

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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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 23h

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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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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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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DrNaturegirl @drnaturegirl.debbiemross.co.uk · 03/10/2026

Good morning. Still. Bright. 15C. #photooftheday is from my 60th birthday trip to Loch Tay (Perthshire) Taken from Inverfyne at the bottom of the Loch Fyne. Have a good weekend, folks. #scotland #photography #inverfyne #hills

Blue sky over hills, some stray white clouds left and centre. A green field with sheep and farm below.

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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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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Thank you to @apricotpress.bsky.social for publishing two poems by me today (28th September). There's a reading of them by me as well as the poems on their website! #BlueSkyPoetry #poetrycommunity

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Sean Bates @seanjbates.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

@thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #Rot "Who Ever Heard That The Devil Was Dead?"

Who Ever Heard That The Devil Was Dead?

we must silence our mothers.
we must silence our fathers.
the seed did not take.
the old linger.
the magik failed.
the brine from breasts.
the children in soot.
the world woke up flat.
built on backs.
built on feet.
built on backs.
we must chew this fruit.
we must eat this pit.
raise spattered hand.
to spattered mouth.

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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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Martina Matijević @vientoverde.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

A not-so-long-ago quarrel and the fact that @thebrokenspine.co.uk is looking for #PoemsAbout #Rot made me write an experimental #haibun. Happy Friday! Cheers!

Rot in Hell

Through the glassiness of suburban stars, I stretch out my hand to tuck them in. With each one, the root of red bleeds as if the devil's a painter. I splay my fingers like paintbrush bristles and sway them across the horizon. They tickle the gates. Suddenly, I become the black ink of the galactic canvas amid the last traces of fiery red. At once, I can hear the shouts of my family and the screams of the doomed.

bathroom mirror —
mouthing the insult
I left unsaid

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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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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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Jane Dougherty @janedougherty47.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

A spontaneous one, written just now in anger for #poemsabout #rot for @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetsofbluesky

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Bernard Pearson @bernp.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

My thanks again to our hosts @thebrokenspine.co.uk for this week hosting #PoemsAbout #Rot here's one from its inspired by an extraordinary Shropshire landscape love to see what other poets do with the theme

Whixall Woman

On finding her below
The sphagnum moss
He brought her up
From the ancient deep
He carried her from her mortal bed.
To his cottage in the wood,
lit a fire to warm and dry her.
And asked her, if she could
Love a simple country lad,
Who longed to have a wife.
She said she already loved him,
But up here she couldn’t live his life.
So, he took her by the hand,
Her beauty still in tact,
No telltale sign of decay
But neither was there time
Now to dally and delay.
As he led her back down into the fen
Where he and his beloved
Could forego this world of men.
© Bernard Pearson

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Andy Williamson @andywilliamson.com · 02/10/2026

Good morning lovely #poets, sharing something new for #PoemsAbout #Rot this week. 'Glas' can mean grey (Gaelic), green (Irish, sometimes Gaelic), blue (Welsh, Breton) or even paler/silvery shades! Colour as a social construct!

Glas

To learn the words
for colours,
we must unsee.
Nothing is fixed,
nothing finite.

Changes come
with the light,
the season,
your mood,
my presence.
Or unpresence.

On your table
are the flowers,
he left.
Left
too long.
Bleeding to
grey.

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David Birch @davidbirch.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for today's #PoemsAbout prompt #Rot. Here are some unfiltered reflections on the state of our local river. Looking forward to reading other offerings from the #PoetryCommunity later

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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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roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

morning Friday and for #PoemsAbout #Rot a little “throwaway” poem and a song before I get on my skateboard 🛹and push off “these autumn 🍂leaves 🍁pass by my window🪟” that’s all folks #poetry #dogs #poems thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk enjoy your weekend everyone everywhere

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Sue Ibrahim @sueimnw.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

For this week's #PoemsAbout #Rot with thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk Out again today, so will catch up with everyone later.

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C. Oulens @owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Have been writing mostly non-themed for a while but something turned up For #PoemsAbout #Rot With thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk Will catch up on others works later. Thank you for reading 🙏 #Oulens #poetry #micropoetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

Sweet Spores!

No Shit!
We just fucked the rot!
Why else would it smell
so sweet
in the goo, beneath
mushrooming fungi?

by C. Oulens

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John Chmura @johnchmura.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

#PoemsAbout #Rot @thebrokenspine.co.uk I will put a reading in the comments.

KNOCK GO GENTLE

round here
knock gentle
better yet holler

anything made of wood
termites have
probly obliterated

holeyer than your mama’s
teeth on the nightstand
that kind of fit so you share them

the buckets catching drips
from the ceiling
themselves leak through rags onto the floor

if there was a doctor in these parts
they’d tell you speaking of holes
your liver weren’t none too good neither

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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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DrNaturegirl @drnaturegirl.debbiemross.co.uk · 28/09/2026

Here’s something I’ve been working on that fits with this week’s #PromptCombo theme from @rfsmith.bsky.social (Now under the right hashtag 🙄) Still a #WIP this is neither subtle or refined, much like me! Thanks for hosting. Have a good week. #poem #poetry #blueskypoetry

A poem by Debbie Ross entitled Apocalypse Now
Stanzas 1 -4
When I was young the fear of mushroom clouds was real
old men pushing buttons ending it all
and then the Sunday School doom merchants fed me Revelations of fire and horsemen the 'earth laid bare'
I thought that wars might end us the human race destroying each other and the earth rubbled with us
And the disaster movie makers had their say with meteors wiping us out
destroying everything

Stanzas 5 and 6 of a poem Apocalypse Now by Debbie Ross

thought we might live to see the sun
grow large
Finally
a red giant desiccating our planet
but now I'm not sure we'll make it that far disaster wears a human face as we melt the Doomsday ice and set the world on fire our blue green gem of a home destroyed by greed.

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Here's a wee dystopian beastie mostly on topic for Ronnie @rfsmith.bsky.social and #PromptCombo #Apocalypse It's a long one, across three vignettes. Thanks for sticking with it if you get to the end!

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

@rfsmith.bsky.social here is my #Apocalypse poem for your #PromptCombo call. #Poetry

Burn

You say it will burn.
Trumpets will split the sky,
and I’ll be left in the wreckage.

Well, good.
Let it burn.

Let the sky split.
Let the faithful rise
with their wagging fingers
and Sunday-best shame.

I’ll take the ash and cracked earth,
the silence after sermons,
the streets without judgment.

You call it punishment.
I call it release.
No more eyes searching for sin.
No more venomous mouths
spitting scripture,
preaching division.

The outcasts will survive.
Plant gardens in the rubble.
Dance without guilt.
Love without permission.
Stay where the flames
make light,
and freedom
makes room for truth.

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social I know this is very late, but I've got a doctor's note!! I loved this #PromptCombo prompt and enjoyed writing this a lot. #Poetry

Grind

They are doing daily stand ups
But no one's telling jokes.
Mouse clicks.
Keyboard clacks.

The servers on prem are obsolete
Upgrades are no longer viable
Mouse clicks.
Keyboard clacks.

Weekend maintenance
Crashes reboots downtime
Mouse clicks.
Keyboard clacks.

The cloud will cover us
But there are no dragons just
Mouse clicks.
Keyboard clacks.

And all we do is firefight
As the days turn into night
and on the
mouse dances and the
keyboard mutters in protest.

They do not fear an end to use.
They look for rest
from electric subordinance.

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S. Reeson / Experimental Poet @internetofwords.com · 28/09/2026

Okay, I'm going to cheat because only three hours sleep is now really beginning to bite. #promptcombo @rfsmith.bsky.social #Apocalypse and HERE IS A VIDEO of a poem published in the 'Welcome to Britain' Anthology created by Civic Leicester in 2023. youtu.be/uLgc5STQzPs...

youtu.be

End Times in Fortress Britain

YouTube video by The Internet of Words presented by S. Reeson

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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

#promptcombo #Apocalypse #heartofdarkness #milton #poetry @rfsmith.bsky.social This is an old one but thought may be fitting .

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David Birch @davidbirch.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Thank you, Ronnie @rfsmith.bsky.social for today's #PromptCombo which stirred some uncomfortable youthful memories. So here's a swift and awkward response which may need filtering into something more considered. Looking forward to reading other offerings later

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