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Pond Poetess
@lauraskylark.bsky.social
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🖤🥀🌊 Dark and beautiful things. Books! Interested in writing and arts, hand embroidery, poetry, (dark) fantasy and academia, the ocean, nature in general and the (Eco/Romantic)Gothic.
Fond of dancing, yoga, green tea, the Moomins, goblincore 💃🏼🧘🏽‍♀️
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#ShakespeareSunday #cold #hot

Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
[…]
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned…

✍🏼 Sonnet 104
Text of Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived: For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.
November 23, 2025 at 7:25 AM
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“Empire of the vampire” - as the third book of the series will arrive soon , I start from the beginning.
Silver necklace with seven -pointed star in my hand above the book “empire of the vampire” Cover of “Empire of the vampire” by Jay Kristoff- on it the title in a shield - above the seven pointed star and around a wild mix of creatures - snake, wolf, lion angel-like beings - all fierce and growling
November 17, 2025 at 5:59 AM
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Cover of the book „empire of the vampire“ by Jay Kristoff. Seven pointed star over a shield. Snake, wolf and other creatures around it
November 15, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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Guess who she is.
November 13, 2025 at 5:57 PM
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#ShakespeareSunday

“Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds…”

✍🏼Sonnet 116
🖼️ Springtime, Pierre Auguste Cot (1873)
Sonnet 116/by Shakespeare Springtime by Pierre Auguste Cot
November 9, 2025 at 8:59 AM
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Welcome to #WeekofWonders -a place for all of you (also on🦋)-providing a weekly prompt for writing, arts and crafts, related music, your thoughts,photos etc. Join in! I will change the pinned post each Monday. Use the # for retweets.
Week 54: (woodland) twilight
Twilight in the forest - royalty free pic. Source: https://depositphotos.com/de/photos/twilight-forest.html
November 3, 2025 at 6:05 AM
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Tonight
October 31, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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Samhain Eve by @lauraskylark.bsky.social
Grandma Clara was sitting in her favourite armchair - the weather was dreadful but the fire delightful, her little bee wax candle was slowly dimming - just a few more drops of wax actually. Could there be a better day? Her favourite book was reread up til the final page she had left for the later evening right before sleep. Her favourite tea was sipped until the last drop- she had left for later, too. She had eaten an orange - she had embroidered her favourite handkerchiefs - she had phoned her daughter. Her granddaughter had sent her a lovely little drawing of three black kittens in a basket. It was on her fridge now. She had watered the plants, she had sweeper the path. A feeling of accomplishment had gotten hold of her. Oh no - someone was missing - but no- relief, there he was, licking her palm, sweet Bouncy, her beloved dog. Her daughter had named him thus. She felt his warmth and feel asleep early. The page, the sip, not forgotten but to be cherished later. With a little fright she stood up. Bouncy - he had left her ten years earlier - his remains deep in the heart of her garden. He looked deep into her eyes, wagging his tail. Ah, now she understood. She also chuckled. Samhain Eve, the perfect date to leave and take a glimpse of her loved ones once a year. She followed Bouncy, both running like in their youth.
October 31, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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Post a witch
Baba Yaga flying on her mortar in the woods Source: Baba Yaga (Illustration to the book "Vasilisa the Beautiful") - by Ivan Jakovlevich Bilibin
October 26, 2025 at 7:41 AM
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Her favourite time of the day was the night. In the daytime she lay in a sunny place - or if not possible- on a warm place - dreaming - feeding a bit…. but at night her whole body trembled and started to itch for movement. Her black fur blended with the night like a second skin. No human soul perceived her leaping from roof to roof - hiding in corners - sprinting on the field. She was the night and the night was her. Orange cat eyes in an otherwise black pic
October 20, 2025 at 3:55 PM
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Meeting sheep at our hiking tour
October 18, 2025 at 6:37 AM
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A favourite animal (story by @lauraskylark.bsky.social )
Her favourite animal in the world was the squirrel and colleagues and friends made use of that information a lot - she got birthday cakes with nuts - socks with tiny woollen squirrels, surprise squirrel postcards and all what they could come up with. She never got bored or fed up with her theme though. Some of her closest friends even made jokes she was secretly a squirrel - with her long elegant teeth, her love for brown raincoats and her reddish -brown curls. Her autumn and winter absences - explained with long stays in warmer areas and workcations with only her laptop and the tropic sea…. also established the impression she did a kind of winter rest - as colleagues and friends missed her happy squirrely personality in the colder part of the year. It was time again - October soon came to a close - the shops were decorated with pumpkins, ghouls and ghosts, the streets smelled like pumpkin spice and rain, she had booked her flights. Her pretence flights which she actually never did board. She walked through the park to her favourite gnarly oak tree. A beauty of 200 years with a rich treasure of acorns and several tree hollows - high above the hustle and bustle of the park visitors. Right now she was alone - as she preferred it. She stripped naked - putting her clothes into a bag she put in a tree hollow just right for it and hid it with leaves. Then the shivering began. Not because of the cold - it was the usual procedure. Her last conscious thought was: “It is not too bad to turn into a were -squirrel for half a year!” Afterwards only soft thoughts came and went - thoughts of sleeping and warmth and snow and hiding places and rest. A comfort.
October 15, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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Walking into the bluest blue - Baltic Sea, Denmark
October 15, 2025 at 10:15 AM
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Troldkirken, Aalborg Kommune, DK
October 15, 2025 at 10:11 AM
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#amreading
October 12, 2025 at 1:38 PM
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Blå himmel over Danmark.
October 12, 2025 at 1:37 PM
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😍Found this at a my way back from the bakery. Think the fairies danced there last night. Their laughing voices lingered somewhat.
October 11, 2025 at 8:22 AM
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Memories - dedicated to my grandma. A text by @lauraskylark.bsky.social .
October 5, 2025 at 8:58 PM
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My new autumn cardigan ;)
October 5, 2025 at 8:40 PM
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50 weeks - anniversary! Here is an extra challenge: Who remembers a favourite childhood blanket or a favourite childhood sweater ? How did it smell? Was there a logo or design on it ? #WeekofWonders
October 5, 2025 at 8:40 PM
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Welcome to #WeekofWonders -a place for all of you (also on🦋)-providing a weekly prompt for writing, arts and crafts, related music,your thoughts,photos etc. Join in! I will change the pinned post each Monday. Use the # for retweets.
Week 50: #sweaters, #cardigans and #blankets
October 5, 2025 at 8:40 PM
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Rain dance by @lauraskylark.bsky.social
Own AI art - Native American girl dancing on dry cracked earth No - she could not stop. She had to go on - for hours - maybe days. The mixture she swallowed had to sustain her for this time - her feet moved independently from her brain already. Tap. Tap tap! Next they would try to slaughter a bull. But without the last bull, next year’s calves weren’t going to exist. After that maybe they would eye each other - searching for the weakest link to be sacrificed. No. She would not let it happen. She had to succeed. She urged the musicians to fall into a trance routine - never stopping - constantly playing the sacred notes in a loop she could work with. She would invoke it with her dance. The rain!
October 2, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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Spoiler: Next week’s topic will be -> #sweaters, #cardigans and #blankets
September 29, 2025 at 5:10 AM
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I am delighted to dive into this nice edition with sprayed edges of Katabasis by R.F. Kuang.
Katabasis by R.F. Kuang- cover art with black and white stairs Book pic with sprayed edges - black, white yellow squares Clothbound book cover with golden elements (archway, stars, stairs) Blank page with ‚KATABASIS‘ (first page)
September 24, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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This is the AI cover art for my story ;)
September 24, 2025 at 3:03 PM