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Chris Andrews
@chrisandprose.bsky.social
Writing, music (Springsteen mostly), reading (words mostly 😁).
Love,
To spare others it's wilderness
I built a shelter
I filled it with books
With not word written
For the darkest beast,
Blooded in shades of magenta
And the faithful man,
In shades of sunlight
To discourse
The hardness of love bites
#vss365 #magenta
December 7, 2025 at 4:34 PM
Reposted by Chris Andrews
Dylan was lost in the fury of battle. Magpie had taken hits, but she, like the old warrior she was, kept going. #Magenta flashes of fire blinked and disappeared among the tumult.

This was going badly. So very badly. Or we’ll. so very well. He couldn’t tell. Only carry on fighting.

#vss365
December 7, 2025 at 9:22 AM
The rage,
Of how foul their rot
Not even after death
Dead men walk,
Dead men rule
They bring hell,
To living men.
#poetry #blueskypoetry
December 6, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Reposted by Chris Andrews
If I could
I'd take your hand
I’ll lead you to another place another land.

Watch hearts grow
bold in fields of green
Where tall blooms sway both brave and free

So come with me take
my hand.
As I lead you to
another place another land
#BlueSkyArtShow #poem
#EastCoastKin #Photo #Photography #Poet
December 6, 2025 at 6:49 AM
Master,
The trick,
With the trickle,
Is to add a little treacle
Enough to turn bitter
The augury language of revolution.
#vss365 #augury
December 6, 2025 at 1:42 PM
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‘Do you know what #augury means?’

‘That’s an old word. In ancient times, special people, augers, made predictions based on bird actions.’

‘Oh, kinda like I do when I watch my crows.’

‘Your crows? What sort of predictions do you make from crows?’

‘It’s gonna happen just be-caws.’

#vss365
December 6, 2025 at 11:57 AM
Still air,
Breathless,
Still it blows,
For the augury death rattle
Calling for the morning flowers
#vss365 #augury
December 6, 2025 at 11:04 AM
At Christmas,
My grandfather glowed,
With the warmth of coal fire and pine
Among the wrinkles,
A child still smiles
With the shine of dinky tin.
#poetry #christmas #family
December 5, 2025 at 10:43 PM
You’re not human if you don’t care for gossip ?
Be honest,
It’s Stories and tales you crave
The Spreading of another's endeavours
Local villains, the strange saviours
Hypnotised by a romantic hero craze
Everyone else becomes yesterday's Chic.
So Tell me as tale, and make it quick.
#vss365 #chic
December 5, 2025 at 7:42 PM
Reposted by Chris Andrews
A new set of outfits called to Rory in the game store, beautiful and #chic, but he couldn’t use any of them for Esme. Not for a witch. Black. Very, very black with the ubiquitous tall, pointed hat. That was what Esme wore. And sturdy boots.

Pithea, however, would look amazing!

#vss365
December 5, 2025 at 9:16 AM
He waits,
Thoughts begin to salivate
She's running late,
Deciding to hesitate
On another change of fashion,
Naked Chic would be preferable.
#vss365 #chic
December 5, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Nothing is left soft
Once a life is lived,
In love or in troublesome
We are all touched by the petals of
Vespertine’s bloom
The plum of her meddling bruises,
Covering our overripe summer fruits Staining under waxed paper skin.
#vss365 #vespertine
December 4, 2025 at 11:10 PM
Late night opening
Face dressed in Candlelight
You, Vespertine bloom
#vss365 #vespertine
December 4, 2025 at 10:37 PM
Has anybody seen poor Jimmy?
Last night he was looking through a hell of lot of whiskey,
Acting all chivalrous at Big Jinny
I think that's the last
We'll see of poor Jimmy.
#vss365 #chivalrous
December 3, 2025 at 8:09 PM
Once we have them broken
We fill their bare cracks, With fragments of our notions Till wills become cemented.
The defiance of the chivalrous?
To the fire,
For the ash to clot their bloodshed
#vss365 #chivalrous
December 3, 2025 at 3:55 PM
Unschechuled nightstop
Inside a aphotic shaft
The Twilight Zone
#vss365
December 2, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Reposted by Chris Andrews
No ‘percent’, but I have ‘fraction’.

From ‘Reign, Dear’.

#WiPSnips
December 2, 2025 at 9:07 AM
My frequent trips to the bathroom are through age-related necessity,
Rather than a childs excitement
To discover the aphotic depths of the overflowing bath water
Or the moments I valued love.
#vss365 #aphotic
December 2, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Nature
The Fraud,
Cycles of imperfection
Allowing all to pass so weakly
The ignorance
To our conscience entanglement
With quantum light,
Defy her extinction
Breach her aphonic depths

#vss365 #aphonic
December 2, 2025 at 12:20 PM
A Suave tongue
Spies an exposed heart
A Black Widow’s red
#vss365 #suave
December 1, 2025 at 9:22 PM
Reposted by Chris Andrews
#vss365

so suave
he dates
himself

#suave
December 1, 2025 at 2:05 PM
She was the wanted rebel,
Hiding in a killer party dress
Melting the old men’s suaveness
Playfully knocking back the boys and another’s expensive drinks.
#vss365 #suave
December 1, 2025 at 7:39 PM
Ask Al ‘When was the last time you done something for the first time?'. #vss365 #last
November 30, 2025 at 5:39 PM
‘I’m going to be late, the boys need their lift to the site’
Where the last words my father said
As I tricked him to bed,
He had refused many nights before.
Taking off his slippers, he knew,
There was nothing more he could construct,
No escape,
Work could no longer come first.
#vss365 #last
November 30, 2025 at 12:00 PM
Nothing resonates more
Than our own matter.
To touch,
And to be touched
A drive for unification
Granting from the outside
A chance to create
From what matters inside.
#vss365 #matter
November 29, 2025 at 1:34 PM