Emily Tee

Thanks, I don't know if this counts as a hybrid or a weird prose poem? It started as flash but chopping it up and reordering seemed the right way to go. Darkness definitely intended!
Thanks for the encouraging words 🙏

Poem - Phantom gulls

Thank you again @victoriaspires.bsky.social for this weeks #PromptCombo . Here’s mine, from the balcony, #DreamLogic . Love to all.

Absolutely love this!

You've reminded me of an old work colleague who'd be quite grumpy some days because she'd dreamed about the people at work being mean to her, despite it never happening in reality.
Very nicely written.

Thanks, I think I was going for something between dream and nightmare 🙏

It's good that people are talking about it, and realising how much framing can be put around history 🙏. I do believe so much more unites us all than divides us

He left a mouse head under the table today apparently. Cats gonna cat 😹🙀

Thank you 🙏

Sorry for the late response... Yes people are complicated, my dad loved looking up family history and then got upset when he found people were treated badly or some family anecdotes just weren't true. It's also hard when history 'changes' as in when you appreciate there is a whole other take on it.

Hey #promptcombo crew 👋🏼

Thanks to @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social for hosting last week. This week's prompt is #DreamLogic.

Tag me & use the #. Replies will be a little sporadic initially, but I know the community will be out in force, supporting each other as ever ☺️

Your word choices are excellent, and you cover a lot on what is essentially a brevity poem. The third stanza really stood out. I also loved the pairing of words and the photo, as the b&w seascape somehow made me think of writhing demons / hellscape which seemed to fit the poem too.

Thanks Jan, it was fun to experiment with a dream like structure 🙏

An incredibly evocative distillation of the experience! I really got a sense of a timeless ebb and flow of consciousness.

As I'm in prose mode right now (stealing a march on my 50k words drafted in November) here's one of mine from #TheEkphrasticReview
for @victoriaspires.bsky.social and #PromptCombo #DreamLogic

Beautifully written!

I'm glad you tagged this as a madrigal, I'm not very good at telling the forms apart but I could appreciate the skill of using the effective repeated phrases. It certainly taps onto something that sure many readers, myself included, could relate to.

postmortems i wrote love wrong on purpose. the mould gave way. let the mess leak.

For this week's #PoemsAbout #BreakTheMould, I'm thinking about postmortems.

Thank you to the host @alanparrywriter.co.uk and
@thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers.

#poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

This #breakingthemould reclaims a life, let's the narrator choose the inheritance/genealogy that is most important and resonant. A nice take on the #poemsabout theme. @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #staycreative

Thanks Karen, it's a topic I keep returning to as it's a tough and complex subject to boil down to a few lines.

Do you know, John, I was thinking an end line rhyme would be good but couldn't come up with one? Noun is perfect because Google says 'sown' but reads it aloud like 'sound' but without the d.

It's one that I keep trying to get a handle on, though having lived in England for a long time maybe that lets me have a different perspective?
Thanks for the great comment 🙏

Oops forgot to tag @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk

That must have been so tough! Well captured in your poem.

I shared it with my sister, it describes one of hers perfectly - I know, I've cat sat him. Though he's ginger not black. Really fine poetry.

The Grimmies

Quite a personal one, also a quick write this morning. Rumour has all of my family coming from Scotland to (Northern) Ireland between 1600 and 1800s.
Thoughts welcome!
For #PoemsAbout #BreakTheMould

Good to know they are award winning - I wonder who judges? A grim reminder at breakfast time 😬
Hope you feel better soon

Do you know, that was what came to my mind, we don't get the missing persons milk cartons here in the UK, but I'm aware they exist!

Strange where poems take you, my dad had late onset diabetes which he managed for many years and the middle section evoked it so strongly. I may get it too (if I last long enough) because he always said it was in our genes. Very vivid and engaging brevity.

This week has been especially good, and I've only read some so far! Looking forward to reading some more.