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Jac Forsyth
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SFF writer. Advocate for gender diversity in sci-fi. Author of Ørma: The Song of the Lark. A soft sci-fi about a feather, a bunch of celebrity soldiers and an enemy too familiar to remember. #vss365 jacforsyth.co.uk
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Sunday
is a gothic novel
on the dry riverbed

a haunted castle,
for a water #wraith
to roam

among the sticks
and storms of trespass
that carved a scar
of dust, pale as milk

where the sun casts her runes
in the space between leaves

and my shadow
is a nightdress
made of silk

#vss365
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Submissions open now! Winners to be announced late December.
Thank you so much, Brenda ⭐️💛
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This is a couple of days late. My firstborn graduated this weekend and there's been a lot going on for that! 🌟🎉

I'm catching up today. Here's my poem "Wrap" #PoemsAbout #NeverForget @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social
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I dream in the old language
The one my father would sing in
when he didn’t want us to know
he had been crying
from a world that liked to break him like cheap porcelain
Swept up in sunshine
mended at night
only to be broken again
the next day
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my coat pocket
contains a smaller version
of Tuesday

#poetry #haiku #micropoetry
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In a town no bigger than a sigh, the #wraith of Margaret Gill rang the church bell at noon on Saturdays.

No one asked why; they nodded while whittling their wood, accepting that some secrets belonged to the town, watching the shadows stretch into the afternoon like truths too long untold.

#vss365
‘in a town no bigger than a sigh’
This is so beautiful, Lee 💛
You’re too kind, thank you, Steve 💛⭐️
Thank you, Steve ⭐️💛
It does need marking 💙
Walk gently with yourself today.
Oh gosh, Lawrence, that’s so kind, and such praise coming from you. I love your poetry.
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In The Mist Of Life We Are

A wraith
stitched from fog and fret
slips through the floorboards
toothless,
tongueless,
it feeds on wallpaper stains,
drinks light from the kettle’s hiss,
wears my name like
a borrowed book,
then folds into the mirror,
exhaling a
moth-bitten
sigh.

#wraith
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Yesterday,
when I was thinking of you,
I caught myself
holding hands
with your #wraith.

#vss365
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My mother would see them. A #wraith. A forewarning. Thinking of those soon to be left behind, she would whisper her news, and give a chance to say last words and speak of love. They took her from me for it. Now when I see the not yet dead, I turn my back and pretend they are simply shadows. #vss365
How marvellously creepy and splendid 😁
I bet! It’s so cinematic, it’d work really well as an illustrated spoken word piece.
Opening stanza is exactly the right word 😁
It’s been so dry here, the river wrote its own poetry today.
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Wraith

As I sit lonely on the shore
A silk wyrmed veil descends
A gentleness of turning mist
And as it bends I see
The faces of forgotten friends
Smiling down
Lovingly
Untill the wind
Across the sea
Softly
Stirs
The ghost
Of me

#vss365
Oh my word.
Love love love this, Kimberly. Such twisting, gnarly and enthralling storytelling.
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and the trees
spoke their quiet
into the boneyard beneath
while the crows gathered dire
and daring upon the heath

and the wind
threw its tenacious tail through
the dour heart of the woeful wood
certain its magnificent mischief
would lead to some good

#poetry ⬇️
Thank you so much, Kimberly. It’s a great prompt word ⭐️💛