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Jen Thorne
@jenthorne.bsky.social
160 followers 190 following 330 posts
In real life, I'm a working mother of two, with a boring job in IT.

On here, I am a poet, writer, artist, and crafter!
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jenthorne.bsky.social
@onlypoemsmag.bsky.social - I steal mine!
Borrowed Light   The moon wears  A stolen shimmer. Sunlight softened  Like breath on glass.    I walk through its spill,  Barefoot on dew. Each step a theft  Of silver.    Trees hold their shadows  Stretching like memory  Across the skin of night. Aching to be seen.    I am A flicker in the dark,  Carrying what I can  Of the light that isn’t mine.
December 16, 2025 at 12:53 AM
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victoriaspires.bsky.social
Very lucky to have had poems selected for two gorgeous anthologies, both out just in time for Christmas.

One poem in @blackcatpress.bsky.social's nature anthology 'The Water Knows I Love You' and two in @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social's annual Christmas/winter anthology. Fantastic writers in each! 👌🏼✨
December 15, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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davidbirch.bsky.social
Morning @hool415.bsky.social and many thanks for your excellent #dilemmas/decisions #PromptCombo. A bit pushed for time this week so this is one posted a few months ago but it does deal with one of the toughest decisions a man has to make
December 15, 2025 at 9:50 AM
jenthorne.bsky.social
I'm really excited and so happy to say that the marvellous @helenivory.bsky.social has selected one of my poems to be published in the @inksweatandtears.co.uk 12 Days of Christmas feature.
If you don't already, follow them and look out for my poem on the 21st ❤️
December 15, 2025 at 4:00 AM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#solseed #wintry #blueskyrelay #glint #petrarchan #sonnet #poem
December 14, 2025 at 10:27 PM
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thebrokenspine.co.uk
Final week to order for Xmas.
Under a tenner. 48 pages of blood, myth, and Midlands soil.
Gift British poetry that actually says something.
@martinkennedyyates.bsky.social #ThisWilderness
www.amazon.co.uk/Wil...
Book cover of This Wilderness & Other Concerns by Martin Kennedy Yates, published by The Broken Spine. The cover artwork depicts an urban canal or waterway running between old brick and industrial buildings, with graffiti on one wall and a dark, moody atmosphere. A quote from writer and poet Jonathan Davidson reads: “These poems are a pleasure both to encounter and to read.”
December 14, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#wildwalkprompt #foliage #hedgehog #silly #poem #rude
December 14, 2025 at 3:11 PM
jenthorne.bsky.social
I'm trying to be more cheery this festive period.

Thanks to @ignorantfairy.bsky.social for so brilliantly stepping in to host #Emoetry and the #Gloomy prompt.

Thanks to @sonnetsmith.bsky.social for the #WildWalkPrompt #foliage
Light The room is shrouded in winter-dusk gloom, shadows elongate across silver walls. Hush folds around me, tightens my chest. Outside trees, branches stripped to bone, scratch a winter’s lament on the window, with frozen skeletal fingers. Then - a switch flick, glorious brightness blooms. The Christmas tree awakens, its foliage radiant, jewelled with stars. Coloured lights scatter gloom into corners. Spread warmth into the dark.
December 14, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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ignorantfairy.bsky.social
strife and mourning
released birds of paradise
crossing skies eastbound
passing through eternal dawn
breaches light-sealed and warded

#poetry #tanka #poetrycommunity
#photography
A digitally edited picture of a willow tree, taken from under the tree
December 14, 2025 at 9:37 AM
jenthorne.bsky.social
The #monotony of my son's eating habits often distresses me.

(It's an autism thing - but he is happy and healthy and has liquid supplements to make sure he is nourished)

#vss365
@sanjar.bsky.social
ARFID Coco Pops. White rice. Apples. Baked beans. The days repeat. The bowls repeat. The bite, the chew, the swallows. Unchanged. No color beyond brown and white, no surprise beyond the crunch, no shift in the rhythm. The world offers a thousand tastes, but here, only four remain. It is safe. It is narrow. It is endless. Coco Pops. White rice. Apples. Baked beans.
December 14, 2025 at 10:59 AM
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thebrokenspine.co.uk
🎄 Tired of tasteful presents? Give filth with feeling.
Rainbows in the Rough is cultural critique in fishnets—funny, filthy, and gloriously queer.
Perfect for that one cousin who stans Madonna and Judith Butler.
👉 www.amazon.co.uk/dp/...
👤 @dukestking.bsky.social
December 14, 2025 at 10:00 AM
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monikerpoems.bsky.social
Success or?

No one will speak to me
bout my great successes
No one can follow me
to my mind's recesses
Who next to carry on
my brain's thought processes?
Who new to come upon
my many lived lessons?
Someone please find time
to note down my presence
Anyone give a dime
& preserve my essence

#vss365
December 12, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
Next Tuesday! I'll be performing an adaptation of #CoyoteInTheBasketOfMyRibs on #TimeToArrive (#zoom & #facebook). Open mic signups when program opens. Dec. 16, 6pm pst. link: eyepublishewe.com Thanks to #DaneInce #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #mythicjourney #coyote #CreativeWriting #StayCreative
December 12, 2025 at 6:12 PM
jenthorne.bsky.social
#BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP48 #poetry #PoetryCommunity #Canticle #Yule
Yuletide O sing, O earth, of winter’s turning,  Of darkest night, of solstice burning.  The Yule log blazes, sparks ascend,  The wheel of seasons turns again. Germanic tribes in frost and flame,  Feasted midwinter, in Odin’s name.  Bonfires roared, the mead was poured,  The sun reborn, the year restored.  Rome rejoiced in Saturn’s reign,  With revels wild and loosened chain.  Masters served, the dice were cast,  A festival to outlive the past.  Evergreens in halls were hung,  Symbols of life when death came young.  Mistletoe with magic bound,  Sacred rites the tribes had found.  Then later came a borrowed frame,  A holy birth, a newer name.  Yet underneath the hymns and creed,  The solstice fire still feeds the seed.  So lift your voice, both old and true,  Canticle of ancient Yule.  For in the darkest night we see,  The sun reborn eternally.
December 14, 2025 at 1:07 AM
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marcialynnpaul.bsky.social
INTROVERT 🗣️🎙️

#poetry
#prompt
#vssdaily dish
#whistpr weasel
#Solseed Wintry
#emoetry elated
#vss365 successor
#moonmystic If_ever
#blueskyrelay whiff, wisp
#OurPoetryX night_singing
#2wordprompt state, harvest
#RetroArtPrompt reaper, gale
#foxprose a_drumbeat_thrums
#firewords280 hastily, deposited
December 12, 2025 at 11:24 PM
jenthorne.bsky.social
Brevity is the keyword today:

Pop!

A button falls, it vanishes without trace,
Flabbergasted, I search with a puzzled face.
The cloth still holds the memory of its place.

#stornello
#blueskyrelay #trace
#vssdaily #button
#emoetry #Flabbergasted
December 13, 2025 at 8:15 PM
jenthorne.bsky.social
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social I have been quite afraid of chickens since my strawberry picking days. I still have a little scar on my ankle from the one in this poem!

#WildWalkPrompt #Chicken
#prompt #writesky #blueskypoets
Fruit and Feathers I used to gather strawberries for summer holiday cash. Rows of low-growing leaves, jeweled with blood-bright teardrops. Sweat tracing lines down my aching back, the brim of my cap poor shade for a sun-kissed face. Knees cracking as I squatted, walking through straw like a hen, side-to-side strut perfected, as I foraged for the ripest fruit. Did you think I mocked you? Or was it just my salted scent you hated? I never understood why you disliked me so much, why you chased me across the farmyard every day. You - orange-green plumage blazing, a cockerel’s fury in the sun. Me - money gripped tight, vaulting the gate one-handed, to escape your pecking, angry beak.
December 13, 2025 at 9:36 AM
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daletudgehumor.bsky.social
The little red squigglies stitched into my poem are merely my disagreement with the English language. It tried to apply corrections that it shouldn't have.

#poemsabout #YouShouldntHave #poetry #poem #writing
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
The Done Has Been Did by Dale Tudge Shouldn’t’ve, couldn’t’ve, wouldn’t if I’d known— Oughtn’t’ve, mustn’t’ve, better left alone. Hadn’t ought to’ve tried what shouldn’t have been tried, Needn’t ever have opened what shouldn’t have been pried. Should we? We shouldn’t. Could we? We couldn’t. Would we, if we could’ve? We would’ve— but we shouldn’t’ve— and we wouldn’t. Had I but known what I shouldn’t have had to’ve known, I’d never have had to’ve had to have shown the thing that I did that I shouldn’t have did— (Forgive me; the grammar got lost in the grid.) You oughtn’t. I mustn’t. They couldn’t. We shan’t. There’s nothing we should’ve that now, simply, we can’t. The deed has been didden, the done has been did, The shouldn’t has should’ve, the didn’t has did. We shouldn’t have started this shouldn’t-have song, But having begun, we shouldn’t last long— Yet here we go on, when we oughtn’t persist, Adding shouldn’ts to shouldn’ts to the shouldn’t-have list. -Dale Tudge @daletudgehumor
December 13, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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bundtkake.bsky.social
#poemsabout #youshouldnthave
#poetry

@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk

Still dealing with loss and change, and choices.
And playing with repetition. Thanks for taking the time to read!
(you) Left Time has dulled the edges. The smell of decay has gone from Rot To Sweet, But you still shouldn't have come. Distance made you forget. Your feet may know the way But your memories have become selective, And you shouldn't have come. There is nothing left worth having, Nothing left worth anything To you. There is no thing, you left here There is no reasoning This is not closure For you. A headstone left for an old heartbreak And half remembered days Better fully abandoned By you.
December 12, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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wayfarer.chat
On a harvest moon
I sat on the sill
above the pine
they'd planted
the day of my birth.

To the child
I imagined
my #successor,
I carved a note
I imagined
would comfort:
if the tree stood
they'd know I lived.

Nights like then,
nights like now,
I sit on the stump
and whisper my fate.

#vss365
December 12, 2025 at 11:27 AM
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thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
For #PoemsAbout #YouShouldntHave @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Whatever Arriving here something from here must leave. Whenever a gift accepted another must be stolen. Whatever peak of a hill reached, bottom of a valley must be explored. Whenever what must die lives, another life is forfeit to maintain balance. If dust is cleaned from one surface, It's equal in volume and weight will settle elsewhere. Every debt must be paid, every bill settled. Payment is always due.
December 12, 2025 at 11:09 AM
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deemclachlan.bsky.social
Another #fridaypoem for #poemsabout and the #youshouldnthave prompt

@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poetrycommunity #poems #poets #christmas #poetsofbluesky #poemalttext
Between the lines, by Dawn McLachlan "Dear Chris, happy Christmas Love from Dawn" But in the empty gap that yawns I really mean "Are you still there?" Between the lines I say I care and that I know we were never close Our relationship just a courtesy little more than a legacy of love for my godmother who showed me the importance of poetry and the joy of words We both must remember how she laughed and had a joy of life absurd with optimism But at her funeral all those years ago we barely spoke and now our contact just this annual token and in our shared loss we were mute That surely never faded from our hearts and yet Between the lines we say how much we loved her Now, we just have this card once a year And I'm thankful that we had her here once upon a time But I don't say that So it's not what you hear Instead I say again "Dear Chris, happy Christmas. Love from Dawn." Then the year the card came back Via family solicitor, apologies But sorrow lacked and both of us ran out of time No need to read between the lines
December 12, 2025 at 11:45 AM
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andywilliamson.com
I managed a quick #fridaypoem for this week's #poemsabout #youshouldnthave prompt between meetings! Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk & @thebrokenspine.co.uk for yet another challenging prompt!

#poetrycommunity #poems #poets #christmas #poetsofbluesky
Christmas with your mother the tree has tinsel the lights are up the air is thick with broken promises a book, I say thanks, I say a look, you see both wary tip-toeing around the turkey (another dry old bird) heading for the wine (the only way to cope) the day will soon be over (relief as we drive away)
December 12, 2025 at 12:05 PM
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bithipaulauthor.bsky.social
I guard my ancestral house
feeling as if my parents are still alive
in the corners of this place

I can't save it as it was
repairs and interior changes
have to be carried out

I hear my mom's voice
saying that I'm their #successor
their living sign

#vss365
December 12, 2025 at 11:46 AM
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robgalpin.bsky.social
An unexpectedly romantic poem for Christmas
#PoemsAbout #YouShouldntHave
#Poem #Poetry
@thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
Wanted After All what a gift it is to work to keep this house together. our bedroom with its fallen plaster and broken laths; your slippers gaping at me from the ruined rug. how the rectangle of winter sunlight is an unsent letter we have written to each other — and the under-bed books and the poetry — the little surveys and soundings of the night-self finding that we are, after all, aright and aligned.
December 12, 2025 at 7:00 AM