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Hearts My heart goes out to hearts caught in branches on a cold night; caught waiting on a street corner for a car that won’t come; caught watching the ice melt in a bought drink that will never be drunk;…

fridayam.wordpress.com/2017/02/11/h... A #poem from the #archive about #lost #hearts #poetry #poetsofbluesky

The Band Room, Pinewood Studios In the shadow of the gargantuan stages, I worked in one of those fathomless spaces which seem to sum up time and seam it in its walls: where big bands rehearsed for big musicals; dancers warmed up …

fridayam.wordpress.com/2016/11/13/t... A #poem from the #archive about #spaces and #ghosts #poetry #poetsofbluesky

“Young Osric” I run off stage in character keep running to the Tiring House tearing off the wig from God knows whose head rough hands helping me strip my dress and bodices as I sweat out the woman I was as tears…

fridayam.wordpress.com/2016/09/27/y... A #poem from the #archive, another #Shakespeare #poem #poetry #poetsofbluesky #Hamlet @doorisajarmag.bsky.social @author19.bsky.social @thebrokenspine.co.uk @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @afterpoetry.com @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @poetrysociety.org.uk

“By Cock, they are to blame.” Each night I dread putting on that costume, pulling on that character, her plain shift, knee-length stockings, the hated “pair-of-bodies”, farthingale, bum-roll, petticoat, kirtle, partlet, all top…

fridayam.wordpress.com/2016/05/05/b... A #poem from the #archive, part of a series inspired by #Shakespeare and #acting #poetry #poetsonbluesky @doorisajarmag.bsky.social @thebrokenspine.co.uk @poetrysociety.org.uk @glasspoetry.bsky.social @afterpoetry.com @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social

Presents When I have given you enough perfumes (though you always smell wonderful), scarves (though you are always beautifully dressed), books (though you are so well-read), watches (though you are never pu…

fridayam.wordpress.com/2019/05/10/p... A #poem from the #archive a #Christmas #poem of sorts about the trials of long relationship, lol. #poetry #poetsonbluesky @author19.bsky.social @doorisajarmag.bsky.social @aestallings.bsky.social @thebrokenspine.co.uk @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social

Icebergs Some poems are like icebergs calving from the glacier that flows from birth to death, memories frozen within their cyanotic depth, sometimes clear, sometimes smeared with love, lust, jealousy, desi…

fridayam.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/i... A #poem from the #archive about #poems and where they come from #poetry #poetsonbluesky @thebrokenspine.co.uk @poetrysociety.org.uk @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @glasspoetry.bsky.social @author19.bsky.social @doorisajarmag.bsky.social

Trawlers and Drifters Trawlers and Drifters—which was which?Though born sea-blooded I preferredwatching water from firm earth but Ialways wanted to be a Trawler,hauling hidden riches from the deep,dripping with slippery…

fridayam.wordpress.com/2013/11/05/t... A #poem from the #archive about writing #poems and sending them off. #poetry #poetsonbluesky #writing @thebrokenspine.co.uk @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @poetrysociety.org.uk @glasspoetry.bsky.social @author19.bsky.social @aestallings.bsky.social

Stormfront Squalls precede the storm, askirmish-line shaken out by the dark host over the horizonwhipping itself into action, suckingresupply from salt-water and riven air with bagpipe blasts toterrify, briga…

fridayam.wordpress.com/2013/10/27/s... A #poem from the #archive about battles in the elements and the failure of plans #poetry #poetsonbluesky @thebrokenspine.co.uk @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @poetrysociety.org.uk @rhinopoetry.bsky.social @doorisajarmag.bsky.social @aestallings.bsky.social

Failed State Sometimes I feel like a Failed State ringed by impassable mountains, snow-bound or sun-blasted, good only for one thing which is now exhausted, the mines closed, the factories boarded up, the curre…

fridayam.wordpress.com/2013/10/10/f... A #poem from the #archive #poetry #poetsonbluesky @thebrokenspine.co.uk @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @rhinopoetry.bsky.social @glasspoetry.bsky.social @doorisajarmag.bsky.social @aestallings.bsky.social

Mythomyopeia « Prends-moi ! Je suis ta Pérsephone » André Gide   Eventually every Mother has to let her little girl out to play and some, like me, don’t come back but, raped into darkness, a…

fridayam.wordpress.com/2012/12/10/m... A #poem from the #archive, part of a series about #Gods and #Goddesses scratching a living in #London. #poetry #poetsonbluesky @aestallings.bsky.social @thebrokenspine.co.uk @reactionshots.bsky.social @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @poetrysociety.org.uk

@aestallings.bsky.social Much admired "Works and Days" and your intro is very thought-provoking. Might you tackle "Theogony"? Hesiod has such a wonderful earthiness. Now going to catch up with your excellent poetry.

Cellophane Heart Where is the tab? the bit that unpeals the wrapper? Are my fingers too big and clumsy to find it? Or have you sealed it, so that I can’t sully the substance of your immaculately cellophaned heart?…

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Where is the tab? the bit that

unpeals the wrapper?

Are my fingers too

big and clumsy to find it?

Or have you sealed it, so that I can’t

sully the substance

of your immaculately

cellophaned heart? #

#poem #poetry

Evenings Out I even out my life in evenings out in the garden, making the most of Summer, watching the colour drain from things into pools of black which trickle slowly together to drown the world in darkness, …

fridayam.wordpress.com/2010/09/21/e... A #poem from the #archive about #summer #evenings #poetry #poetsonbluesky @reactionshots.bsky.social @thebrokenspine.co.uk @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @poetrysociety.org.uk @poetrydaily.bsky.social

Siamese Smile My current cat likes rough love now and then, leaping onto the newel-post to bat at me as I pass, begging me to take his gage and duel over and under the banister, like cavaliers: other times he of…

fridayam.wordpress.com/2010/09/14/s... A #poem from the #archive about a #cat and a #woman #poetry #poetsonbluesky @reactionshots.bsky.social @thebrokenspine.co.uk @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @poetrysociety.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social @author19.bsky.social @aestallings.bsky.social

fridayam.wordpress.com/2013/05/22/i... A #poem from the #archive #asking the #usual #questions #poetry #poetsonbluesky #poetrycommunity @reactionshots.bsky.social @thebrokenspine.co.uk @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @poetrysociety.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social @aestallings.bsky.social

fridayam.wordpress.com/2025/07/03/s... A #new #poem about #summer #heat #poetry #poetsonbluesky @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social @rhinopoetry.bsky.social @author19.bsky.social @aestallings.bsky.social

fridayam.wordpress.com/2013/07/04/w... A #poem from the #archive about #music #glastonbury and my #antipathy to #festivals #poetry #poetsonbluesky @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social @poetrysociety.bsky.social @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @aestallings.bsky.social

fridayam.wordpress.com/2012/08/27/t... A #poem from the #archive about #Thucydides #BookVII and #woodpeckers (go figure) #poetry #poetsonbluesky @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @poetrysociety.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social @aestallings.bsky.social

Flaws

Each quirk, each tic, each issue

deserves its proper kiss as

flaw by flaw

we build an

edifice of love.

#poem #poetry #archive #flaws

There are some lovely lines here--especially the penultimate.

fridayam.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/m... A #poem from the #archive about #watching #imagination and #surveying @reactionshots.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social @poetrysociety.bsky.social @poetsonbluesky.bsky.social

I would appreciate inclusion in your next list, and thank you for the effort!

Yes, I would like to be included in your next round-up, and thank you for the effort!

fridayam.wordpress.com/2010/08/22/t... A #poem from the #archive about #love #length and #depth--and the #Mersey @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @thewingedmoon.bsky.social @poetrysociety.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social

fridayam.wordpress.com/2014/11/16/s... A #poem from the #archive about the #cruelty of #laughter #poetry #poetsonbluesky @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social @poetrysociety.bsky.social @poetry-enthusiast.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social @rhinopoetry.bsky.social @poetryemmameier.bsky.social

fridayam.wordpress.com/2014/10/14/s... A #poem from the #archive about #poetry and #poets @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social @poetrysociety.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social @rhinopoetry.bsky.social and @ all friends

Love is a great tumulus,

at its heart buried the

moment of meeting, the

first fire, perhaps sulphurous,

perhaps a fizzle that needed

breath to make it catch,

perhaps now just

charcoal and dust, but

still surrounded by

life’s offerings.

#Tumulus #Poem #Poetry

fridayam.wordpress.com/2014/05/03/g... A #poem from my #archive about #double-meanings #poetry #poetsonbluesky @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social @poetrysociety.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social @glasspoetry.bsky.social

fridayam.wordpress.com/2014/04/24/c... A #poem from the #archive about #names and their #meanings #poetry #poetsonbluesky @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social @poetrysociety.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social @poetry-enthusiast.bsky.social

fridayam.wordpress.com/2014/03/31/b... A #poem from the #archive about #Nightnurses #poetry #poetsonbluesky @poetrysociety.bsky.social @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social @poetrydaily.bsky.social @glasspoetry.bsky.social