Spriha Kant

Esher Esher, post-gig hotel your old poetry haunts halcyon, elite education A shared city, never met just a toxic app and toxic you, now I know duplicity I accept, your manipulation controlling each reply or post I reject, all your daily venting at sisters, for writing beautifully Recognition craved, was no excuse Accolades at your feet now one hundred yet? Spiritual poet they say, dark make up selfies for awards ..and yet you called them whores for sharing just a smile all the while, ice back-up on the side The darkest part of the spleen ? I loved your prose from day one, witnessing that psychopathic cruelty behind your art destroyed my faith in poetry itself Then again I’m just a burnt-out accolade that never was Matt Guntrip

A #poem for Sunday. Stuck in a hotel with Plath thinking.
Taking a knife to the knots of narrative; you to the art form itself is truth...but at least you won’t read it.

Esher

#poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #narcissist

after she manifoldly
collided with walls of flesh
making her truth
derail from the path
she awakened
as if by fate
an #audacious gaze
that bridges the real
& defies singular time

in the throat of days
she raised
the sovereign vision
& became the vessel
of her own dawn

#vss365 #poetry 🖼️StockCake

tell me
more stories of your life
happy or sad
for I know they will
transport me
and I shall watch you
study your face
and I will know
your heart
at the moments
that made you
who you are
and always will this have
depth
the bass tones
of the beat I hear
with my ear
pressed against your chest

#vss365

We follow the drove roads in late summer the moon is new when night finally comes where starlight and satellites hang like chandeliers above us already what we see is history now the sky dances just for us a reel we both know so well and your eyes as bright as any star as you trace the old drove roads where shooting stars follow the paths our ancestors walked across the heavens signals crossing stone and stardust we lie on our backs in the heather you take my hand beside the old shieling in the briefest night and the world is fine

Nice to write something fresh for #poemsabout #chandeliers after a week away, hope you enjoy it. Thanks as always @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the great prompt and everyone for the wonderful poems I'm enjoying reading instead of getting work done! #poetry #poemsonbluesky

Pthalo Blue by Dawn McLachlan I think I must have known all along Because in that long winter night When the air prickled with new possibilities I felt a cool rush chase the breath from my lungs Beneath a chandeliered sky Hushed by the whisper of the tides I stepped forward and reached out into the blue ***** The poem is white upon a background image of deep blue night sky and sea painted by the author. Oil on canvas.

A #FridayPoem for #poemsabout #chandeliers

The background image this week is my own painting of the same name as the poem.
Phthalo Blue

#poetry #poetsofbluesky #poemAltText #chandelier #poetrycommunity #poetrysociety #poems

for #PoemsAbout #Chandeliers
and @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

#poem #poetry

the outer #edge
tinged with echos
of the past

empty out the silence
& raise a glass

ready my fortune
#even out the divine
call on mantras
bat bashful eyes

embrace the #mundane
& toast whats left

reverberate in stasis
form new ideations
life subsides
peace in my own
creation

#2WordPrompt #vss365

Lou Mach’s poetry

‘We were mirrors of each other:
Clockhouse labels, Opal Fruits,
laburnum flowers in our hair,’ 🪞 🍬

@louloumach.bsky.social from ‘I Am Not Light’

shorturl.at/m5IM1

#poetry #writing #books #poetic

Chandelier Spider Once I had to constantly remake home when it was destroyed. I patiently made restrung each strand between brightnesses, honed each line for those who reluctantly stayed. Now, dust dulls the shine, I repair damage, less. There are many more of us making homes in the still air. Some brightnesses fall, raise clouds below while I make a restring. Air is no longer heated, sharp coldness. Soon my bairns will eat me alive as I ate my mam too. They will make their lines fresh homes elsewhere, after they have fed on my body. A life rich in captured surprise. Soon they will eat the brightness of my eyes.

For #poemsabout #Chandeliers
@thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk

1/3 Thank you to all the folk who made the second half of The Starbeck Orion Summer Feast Of Artwork And Poetry such a repast:
@sprihakant.bsky.social, Vidya Hariyan, Anthony Brough, @lawrencemoore.bsky.social @feversof.bsky.social
Patrick Wright, @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @sueimnw.bsky.social,

Love you, Paul 🥰😘
You always keep on motivating us.. that is what we all need. Again, none of my words for thanking and praising are gonna overshadow your generous deeds. So, no more words🙈🙉🙊

A poem by me 👇

There's no angel in this house
Nor devil
No feathers drop from wings
No fires burn to ash
Mercy for myself is oft drowned or kicked out
It may feel like a devil on my shoulder
But the face in the mirror looks over my shoulder
And leaves nothing to say
#vss365

I clipped my own wings
for quite some time
loyal to a heart
that could never be mine

But I burned through the chains
left the ashes behind
now I fly where I please
and the sky is all mine.

#vss365

Branscombe Coast. A poem by Paul Connolly. First published in The Dawntreader. Branscombe Coast Eroded chalk bobbles nodular like an organism an exotic succulent or afflicted face mudstone looms in a sudden Colorado near bloodied sea the red cliff’s low portions throb out hearts arteried and veined with gypsum and spat gobs of stone gristle and bleached bone strew the beach and the sea flows round destruction and I am one come from afar who’s stumbled on ruin felled pediment and capital and scent the thrill and taste the agony of boundless possession

Branscombe Coast. A #poem of mine first published by the wonderful @wavelace.bsky.social in @indigodreamspub.bsky.social's The Dawntreader #poetrycommunity #poetsonbluesky #booksky

Thanks so much😇

A #lifttothesky for @sprihakant.bsky.social poet and supportive member of the #poetrycommunity

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Thanks @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social 😇

Welcome To The Starbeck Orion Summer Feast Of Artwork And Poetry Issue Eleven Day Sixteen featuring more of the artwork by Spriha Kant. A Feast Of Words And Image

Welcome To The Starbeck Orion Summer Feast Of Artwork And Poetry Issue Eleven Day Sixteen featuring more of the artwork by @sprihakant.bsky.social Spriha Kant
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#SturgeonMoon

ogres!
wails echoing
through forlorn
hamlet
grotesque beasts
stepping out
behind tree cover
swamp brown
hide
piercing gaze
eyes glowing
like embers
at night
no one lived
to tell the tale
only bones
licked clean

#BlueSkyRelay #poetry #specpo #fantasy #poetrycommunity

Eloise spread the blanket, arranged snacks, and sat, back against the #elm. Then she lifted her laptop.

It had been ages since she ventured from the house—the moist heat was beyond oppressive.

A caterpillar eased onto her shoulder.

Today her muse would return. #vss365

a blush of haste
leaning in
from the kiss before

an acquired taste
on the face
of “what was that #for?”

lips lovingly laced
intertwining mouths
form a safe harbor

#danger abates
sensuous #sapphires
blink half open

the beating heart
a shimmering swoon
that hope elopes in

#2WordPrompt #vss365

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Beautiful

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Yipppie! 💃💃