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Ooooooooh.
Lovely.

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Hahaha! You’re too kind sir.

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Saw Tracy Emin’s retrospective today.
Hence the prompt.
And @rayhourigan.bsky.social splendid haiku providing the form.
#escapril2026
#bed
#poetry

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Marvelous!

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Oh that’s great!

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Thank you @saveredlandlibr.bsky.social for the repost!

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Oh jeez. That’s good. Thank you for sharing.

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Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters over variable light purple background. 

 Art

Legs ache from slow walk and standing. 
I come into a room in this gallery. 
And my eyes are riven
By Monet’s Autumn. 
I’m locked. 
This much beauty, wonder and sheer skill
In one painting. 
A spasm of all that’s right with us human beings. 
Outside, the world burns, 
Ensnared in madmen’s gory hands. 
But here, I’m embraced by love and tenderness. 
What a world could be
If ruled by art.

Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters over variable light purple background. Art Legs ache from slow walk and standing. I come into a room in this gallery. And my eyes are riven By Monet’s Autumn. I’m locked. This much beauty, wonder and sheer skill In one painting. A spasm of all that’s right with us human beings. Outside, the world burns, Ensnared in madmen’s gory hands. But here, I’m embraced by love and tenderness. What a world could be If ruled by art.

Getting back on track….
#escapril2026
#art
#poetry

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Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters over purple mottled background. 

Bluebells

Each spring, about now 
Bluebells arrive. 
Sitting and playing on the forest floor
Like bands of children. 
Ripples of thick purple-blue
Soften my eyes. 
Soul pricked with joy
I watch those heavy headed bells
And recline into spring’s deep release.

Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters over purple mottled background. Bluebells Each spring, about now Bluebells arrive. Sitting and playing on the forest floor Like bands of children. Ripples of thick purple-blue Soften my eyes. Soul pricked with joy I watch those heavy headed bells And recline into spring’s deep release.

This getting to be a habit!
Wandered about in a bluebell wood yesterday. So the prompt is obvs.
#escapril2026
#bluebells
#poetry

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Thank you!

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Sharing our beautiful bluebell wood to join your spring colours

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Thank you.
Most kind.
And also I agree that it’s never too late.

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Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters on a green background. 

Dad. 

It’s sad. 
My dad
Is alone these days. 
My gaze
Goes to the space
My mum used to sit. 

He seems in good spirits. 
Cooked dinner with chicken and bits
Of vegetables. 
We drank too much wine
But woke up fine
And we’ll visit 
A park they used to go. 
It’s not too late? Is it?

Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters on a green background. Dad. It’s sad. My dad Is alone these days. My gaze Goes to the space My mum used to sit. He seems in good spirits. Cooked dinner with chicken and bits Of vegetables. We drank too much wine But woke up fine And we’ll visit A park they used to go. It’s not too late? Is it?

Late AGAIN!
Reasons appear in the verse.
As does the reason for the prompt.

#escapril2026
#dad
#poetry

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Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters over green background looking like plants. 

Year

Seventeen times the age of my youth 
I saw at last 
I clawed the past 
Beyond the border I somehow passed. 
Nowhere. 
This time I thought of you. 
It felt like maybe you did too.

Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters over green background looking like plants. Year Seventeen times the age of my youth I saw at last I clawed the past Beyond the border I somehow passed. Nowhere. This time I thought of you. It felt like maybe you did too.

Just about on time.
A random word generator for the prompt again.

#escapril2026
#year
#poetry

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*NEW:

spotted by:

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1803 14/3/26

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Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters over a ruddy varied background. 

Butterfly

Sometimes I feel like the dentist 
Soft and gentle as a sigh
Looking outwards vaguely menaced. 
Can’t compete with boys grown to twice my height. 
Your multicoloured wings delight
Like love dancing before you take flight
Once more. 
And I will miss those satin wings 
And flutter as my eyes sting. 
You rare and gentle thing.

Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters over a ruddy varied background. Butterfly Sometimes I feel like the dentist Soft and gentle as a sigh Looking outwards vaguely menaced. Can’t compete with boys grown to twice my height. Your multicoloured wings delight Like love dancing before you take flight Once more. And I will miss those satin wings And flutter as my eyes sting. You rare and gentle thing.

Best excuse yet for my tardy posting.
Yesterday my Bluesky crashed.
All day.
Honest!
Saw four different kinds of butterfly yesterday. So obvs.
#escapril2026
#butterfly
#poetry
Oh this one’s a bit age specific. IYKYK.

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Nice one. Love it!

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Oh that’s a good one. Thank you!

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Ah thank you. Very kind.

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Thank you @rayhourigan.bsky.social for the repost!

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Quiet pond beholds
A withered wisteria.
Afloat despite time.
#haiku

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Did a stint during my student years in an Indian hospital. They used to wash the needles in hot water. Horrible.

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Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters over a background looks like stones and earth. 

Hand

Today we walked quite far. 
Past the beach and
Past the sands. 
Sunlit just so they’re the colour of peaches. 

On past the farm at the foot of the hill. 
Stinks of silage and makes me smile. 
Took the fork leads up that hill
Towards the old Kirk. 
Three hundred years of stone and standing still. 

Round the top where the wind picks up
So I can’t hear you talk. 
So on we walk. 
Still holding hands.

Poem for Escapril 2026. White letters over a background looks like stones and earth. Hand Today we walked quite far. Past the beach and Past the sands. Sunlit just so they’re the colour of peaches. On past the farm at the foot of the hill. Stinks of silage and makes me smile. Took the fork leads up that hill Towards the old Kirk. Three hundred years of stone and standing still. Round the top where the wind picks up So I can’t hear you talk. So on we walk. Still holding hands.

Random word generator for the prompt today. But the words come from a lovely day spent in good company.
#escapril2026
#hand
#poetry

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Jeez. Did I just mansplain?
Apologies. Just excited by the verse.

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A grown up version of “rings on her fingers and bells on her toes”.
Love it.

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Lovely. If I had a pond here it’d be called Loch Dreich.
😂

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Thank you for all your sharing here. You bring moments of joy and wonder to these dark days.

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Shut up and sort out trump.

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Poem for Escapril 2026. White lettering over green background that looks a bit like grass.  

Idk. 

Sinking into drinking
Pouring soft salve upon my thinking. 
Floating in the breath of god. 

The halves that pull each way 
Will each have their say
But I’m too far down the river to hear them. 

Dulling my mind so 
It can no longer find
All the nonsense it usually throws my way. 

There’s a reason we live far
Beyond our final season. 
But tonight I’m done pleasing
So I’ll 
Pour just one more drink
And say goodnight.

Poem for Escapril 2026. White lettering over green background that looks a bit like grass. Idk. Sinking into drinking Pouring soft salve upon my thinking. Floating in the breath of god. The halves that pull each way Will each have their say But I’m too far down the river to hear them. Dulling my mind so It can no longer find All the nonsense it usually throws my way. There’s a reason we live far Beyond our final season. But tonight I’m done pleasing So I’ll Pour just one more drink And say goodnight.

Another on time?
Even though there may have been wine?
I don’t know.
#escapril2026
#idk
#poetry

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