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Jen Thorne
@jenthorne.bsky.social
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"Delightfully bleak."

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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@nathanbrazil.bsky.social
I tried to channel my inner James Joyce, but got Shakespeare doom-scrolling instead!

#vss365 #Lambent
#poetry
Upon the Lambent of Glassed Pane (or The Scroll of Doom)   When first the morn with golden fingers pale Did ope mine eyes to light’s celestial glist, I grasped my mirrored box with eager hand, And wandered forth into that shadowed land. Lo! Endless scrolls of sorrow, grief, and ire, Each tale a coal to stoke the inward fire. The world’s lament in silent letters came, And every woe did bear a mortal name. O foolish heart, why dost thou drink thy fill Of poisoned draughts that bend the gentle will? Why linger long where hope is cast away, And joy lies buried beneath news of the day? The linnet sings, the daffodils arise, The brook still dances ‘neath the April skies. Yet here I sit, entranced by phantom light, A pilgrim lost within the scrolling night. Break, break this spell, thou soul that once didst soar! Let not thy gaze be chained for evermore. Go seek the hills, the hush of woodland shade, Where peace and truth in quietness are laid.
February 5, 2026 at 11:00 AM
jenthorne.bsky.social
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social this one brought back a lot of happy memories, so thank you ☺️
#Tower
#WildWalkPrompt
#Poetry
The Wizard’s Tower Walk Wind slips through the trees, whispering echoes of orders barked into cold mornings, the ground stamped flat by men who never imagined this quiet. The tower stands at the centre of it all, stone rising with stubborn grace, a monument to war, turned myth as young boys ran ahead and named it a wizard’s keep. Birch trunks flashed like sentries as laughter sparked along the path. We fed the air with stories. Spells caught in the mortar, a staircase spiralling into cloud. The tower was enormous then, its surface rough as old bone, warm where sunlight pooled in the shallow hollows of its skin. Touching it was touching time. Now the path feels wider than it is, the tower smaller than memory allows, yet the enchantment holds. A place where wildflowers and paper poppies share the same patient space. Picture of tall brick war memorial
February 5, 2026 at 10:03 AM
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echognomics.bsky.social
The book held a #solemn_beauty,
its text unblemished by
#marginalia spare, pictorial,
opaque, Latinate, decorative,
displaying deft navigation
through readers' labyrinths.

Ink punctured into epidermides
are a different marginalia
for the labyrinths of life.

#WeirdMicro #GrimScribe
February 5, 2026 at 7:34 AM
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derickijohnson.bsky.social
I’m living‬
In a cosmos ‬
‪Where other humans live‬
‪
And some of them‬
‪Take from me‬
‪What I won’t freely give‬
‪
Basking‬ in
Life’s #lambent light‬
‪I figure out what’s real
‪
Tired of playing victim‬
So ‪I broker
A new deal‬
‪
My life’s been
‪Self-driving car—
‪But now I take the wheel‬
#vss365
a cartoon character wearing a pink helmet with a candy cane on it
ALT: a cartoon character wearing a pink helmet with a candy cane on it
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February 5, 2026 at 7:41 AM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#2wordprompt #hunger #fix #FreeVerseFebruary #Vampire #Poem #Addiction
February 5, 2026 at 8:04 AM
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madp03t.bsky.social
Alright, @jenthorne.bsky.social, here's my attempt at your #Alphabetarium using a theme of 'youth'. Quite the entertaining challenge! :)

Full poem in the ALT TEXT, as it should be.

#BastardPoetsOfDoom #prompt #poetry #writing #poet
A poem written and copyright (c) 2026 by Eric Montgomery aka Madp03t (@madp03t.bsky.social). All Rights Reserved. This is was my first attempt at an #Alphabetarium, created by @jenthorne.bsky.social. Rules: Five, four line stanzas and every stanza must have every letter of the alphabet in it at least once. That's it. No other restrictions on meter, rhyme or syllable count. Here's the poem: Text buzz; my phone clips a laugh on the quad. Vivid draft for friends, raw, not perfect. Old rules: just walk home, be decent, be safe. New world: we text, we riff, we breathe. Jukebox waltz, milkshake fizz, sticky booth glow. We wax paper maps, bike past creek bends. No doomscroll, no posts; just dusk and talk. Dare, brave kiss, then home, quiet. Xeroxed zine, black ink, cheap glue. Quiz bell; we joke, we trade weird memes. Fuzzy hoodie, calm grin, loud hallway. I type a brave line, then hit send. Mom tells of pay phones, quarters, long walks. Dad says mixtapes, wax, a curbside kiss. My feed buzz-scrolls fast; I vex it, close it. Between both, youth keeps its wild jokes. Night air, porchlight, keys, soft laughter. We jump the fence, kick gravel, breathe. Quick question: arcade, pizza, riverwalk, text jokes? Zippy joy, flawed and real, won’t quit.
February 5, 2026 at 8:26 AM
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nathanbrazil.bsky.social
#vss365
The Baob tree curled around the decaying building. Its sap mixed with mother's milk turned their infants' eyes the color of amber fire, like #lambent glow stones. Cyrie on the upper floor, watched as teen boys circled overhead, testing their wings. Dusk demons in that dying light. A jagged scar curved around her right eye, the blue vein in her temple ticking nervously, as the growl of angry metal monsters grew nearer. She could see them in the distance, eating dirt and belching black smoke.
February 5, 2026 at 4:06 AM
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@daveashleypoet.bsky.social

#FreeVerseFebruary #vampire

Note: the poem only uses words that can be made from the letters of vampire.
Vampires I am vampire prime I sire empires I map eras I arise a reaper as a spear in a sea Arms pare rare as spires raise as I rape mires as aims vie as ripe ires arise. I am sparse, I am vampire.
February 5, 2026 at 2:00 AM
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sonnetsmith.bsky.social
Hello Wild Walk #writers

Stumbling across something like this in the woods really fuels the imagination. What could be Trapped within?

#Tower

Use the image/word to inspire your writing, then post with #WildWalkPrompt

#prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub
February 5, 2026 at 12:37 AM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#FreeVerseFebruary #icicle #poem
February 4, 2026 at 12:51 PM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#ghost #vss365 #silly #poem
February 4, 2026 at 1:04 PM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#ooze #childrenspoetry #poem
February 4, 2026 at 9:35 PM
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fhpowellwriter.bsky.social
This is my late night Wednesday ramble

#Tracks #PromptCombo

@hool415.bsky.social
February 4, 2026 at 9:42 PM
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thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
Here you can order a paperback of my new collection:
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February 4, 2026 at 1:31 PM
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bigstevepoet.bsky.social
Due to illness (get well soon, Rob!) I'm stepping up from the subs bench to take part in #WolvesLitFest Fringe Room this Saturday. I'll be sharing my show 'Sweat & Mugs & Rock'n'Roll' in the Arena Theatre at 1.45pm. 😊 /1
February 4, 2026 at 6:58 PM
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roguestrands.bsky.social
The poster for my forthcoming event in Oxford...
February 4, 2026 at 7:05 PM
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pandemonialists.bsky.social
Want to know how last night's PASTA went down? Read on...
pandemonialists.co.uk/2026/02/04/p...
An image of a puppy – one of those breeds with lots of folds of skin. Text reads: PASTA, change of date. Tuesday 3rd February. Free entry. This month's theme? Creases.
February 4, 2026 at 7:40 PM
jenthorne.bsky.social
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social
Couldn't not do a free verse one as well!

#FreeVerseFebruary #Icicle
Icicle on the Allotment Tap An icicle clings to the verdigris tap, thin as a witch’s finger, growing slow from the stubborn heartbeat of a drip that refuses to stop. Each drop a tiny, trembling planet, freezing mid-fall, a moment arrested. Around it, the allotment sleeps under winter’s hush. Frost furrows the soil with silver-white seams; shed windows bloom with ferns, delicate as pressed lace. A forgotten trowel leans against the fence, white teeth around its rim, its wooden handle swollen, balancing pearls of frozen dew. The icicle lengthens in silence, a glass dagger splitting shy sunlight into dancing rainbows. Beneath the frozen beds, seeds wait, trusting that thaw will come. But for now, the world is held in suspension, and the icicle hangs: a single note in a winter song.
February 4, 2026 at 9:05 PM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#vssdaily #unqualified #poem #madrigal
February 4, 2026 at 8:06 PM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#poem #terse
February 4, 2026 at 7:44 PM
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ignorantfairy.bsky.social
glistening
softly
fleeting
spherical dreams
swirling around her
less crowded mind
rolling off
her tongue
born of light
and shadow
alike
she kisses
ephemeral
ethereal
moments
farewell

#SenseWrds 180 #freeverse #poetry
February 4, 2026 at 1:37 PM
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ignorantfairy.bsky.social
Women on Wednesday

@arwashington.bsky.social
@vignettes.bsky.social
@annemorrigan.bsky.social
@artbyseranya.bsky.social
@bookish33.bsky.social
@hermiteveryday.bsky.social
@mnm67.bsky.social

#support and #uplift #women
#writingcommunity
A graphic reading: Women on Wednesday SUPPORT WOMEN SŌLSEED | #SEEDLINGS In the left bottom corner a small bouquet of white flowers Picture copyright: @arwashington.bsky.social
February 4, 2026 at 1:48 PM
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bundtkake.bsky.social
#Emoetry #Terrified #poetry

"He thrusts his fists against the posts.."
Here is a #poem
Terrified but Holding The wave of butterflies That pound my stomach With anxiety powdered wings Have fluttered off for the moment I put my breath in the box And counted to whatever number I got to, and wondered what noise A giraffe makes, put my index finger against my thumb and focused on their touching. And I am told it helped. The butterflies flew off And the pills made them less colorful But nothing makes them leave all the way So I write in my book about what the worst thing would be, and is it so bad anyway, to gaslight myself about directionless worry By following directions, and directing thoughts to other directions. Count, finger, thumb, boxes, giraffes, and pharmaceuticals Step 1, step 2, step 3, steps and steps Attack the panic, and keep your hands up Swatting butterflies
February 4, 2026 at 1:55 PM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#emoetry #triolet #poem #silly
February 4, 2026 at 12:42 PM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#sandpiper #petrarchan #sonnet #wildwalkprompt
February 4, 2026 at 12:33 PM