Since Christmas #PoemsAbout themes have been #Untethered #Clarity #FromTheAshes #BlankPages #OldSkin #BetweenTheSheets #BonesOfTrust #WordsUnsaid #Roots #Dawn #SoftLight & #Awakening It wasn't a coincidence!
The language is primal yet delicate, a tension between intimacy and isolation. The rhythm pulls like a tide, the grief quiet but unrelenting. A beautifully fractured solitude. Stunning. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
Beautifully nostalgic. This weaves childhood wonder and the ache of time into something deeply touching. The oak stands as both memory and longing - a symbol of trust, safety, and the passing years. Stunning. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
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I want to be the bravest writer I can be. Here's #2 for #poemsabout #bonesoftrust and prompt #6. Yesterday at workshop @alanparry83.bsky.social asked for truths never told. Apart from vertigo fuelled madness I couldn't think. So I dug for this almost true experience: TW abortion. I'd have done it.
This is absolutely gorgeous; quiet, reflective, full of love. The wren, the frost, the memory woven into observation, it all sings. A gentle tribute wrapped in nature’s grace. Stunning work. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
Winter wren (For my mother, born in winter) This morning, I saw a wren perch on an evergreen through the frosted glass of an upstairs window. I watched her hop from branch to branch, nibbling at unseen delicacies and preening. She didn’t seem to mind the cold, or the snow that came unexpectedly in the night, knowing simply how to hop and peck with feathers to the wind. To think, there was a time when I might not have witnessed the presence of a wren in winter, or even paused, perhaps, long enough to listen as she glided to the sapling, and sang above the birdbath, and danced among the bare branches, putting on a show for no one other than the sun: winged glory neither sought nor gained; only thanks, given. But today, I spotted her. Or rather, I caught a hint of the bird’s movements through the frosted glass of an upstairs window, because one afternoon in summer, you taught me how to notice the mere suggestion of feathers tucked deep within a hedgerow, so that on this midwinter day, which is your birthday, I might see a wren perch on an evergreen, with feathers to the wind. Jenevieve Carlyn Hughes
An evergreen tree next to a brown house with icicles and a window reflecting the sunrise.
The other poem I wanted to share for #BonesOfTrust. Very much an 'epiphany poem' (& written in the Epiphany season no less :) From the same 2020 winter as my Friday poem, and somewhat related too. Dedicated to my mother, a caregiver. This poem is for her. 'Winter Wren.'
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A stunning plea & promise. Love how it rejects the usual resting places, choosing renewal instead. That final couplet... Pure magic, a soul returning as golden blooms. Beautifully done. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
Gentle yet powerful. Trust as something both given & caught. Love how it moves from certainty to surrender, that quiet faith carrying everything. Weightless. Lovely work. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
This is beautifully constructed, love as architecture, sturdy yet evolving. The imagery of bolts, joists, & scaffolding gives such a solid, tangible weight to trust. Gorgeous, a quiet exhale of belonging. Brilliant work. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
Mine
In your hands
No doubt is placed
Secure and confident
Transparency is shared
Out of my hands
Inhibitions cast away
Drifting freely into seas
Your promise sustains me
I fall in faith complete
No wings to protect me
Still, I feel you lift me
Through your protection.
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My efforts for #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust I’ve sonnetised an old poem from when heavily pregnant with our firstborn. My partner was my support structure every step of the way and still is today 🥰
Thanks @alanparry83.bsky.social
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Grit, frustration, & the hunger for something real. Love the contrast between mindless consumption and the search for meaning. Rebellious. Brilliant. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
Love how this turns something small into something mighty. The hammer / anvil imagery is spot on. Truth forging its way through noise. Powerful and defiant. Brilliant work. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
This is brutal in the best way: sharp, deliberate, packed with quiet rage. Love how the shepherd’s crook shifts from support to sacrifice to betrayal. Cutting last line. Brilliant work. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
Maple tree with russet orange leaves in late autumn 2020, shortly before the leaves dropped, revealing the 'bones' of the tree. A small red ribbon tied around a branch on the right side of the tree.
Community art project in 2020 during Covid-19 pandemic. Painted birdhouses and heart signs installed on the town green with pine trees. Yellow forsythia and two buildings in the distance.
In case anyone's curious to see the tree I mentioned in my poem today. This tree accompanied me throughout 2020, from bare-bone branches that first winter until late autumn that year. (Still outside my window now). Also a community art project on the green. #BonesOfTrust @brokenspinearts.bsky.social
Rummaging
head down
like a dog
hunting in the dirt
Had to turn
the TV off
soulless reality TV
spoon-fed to the people
in a cheap thrills world
medicine for masses
to forget their daily grind
need something to believe in
to nourish my mind
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Great to see this becoming bigger each week. Well done to @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for creating this burgeoning space - looking forward to reading others
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They're there, just small
Like hammer & anvil
Waiting to assist us in
Hearing truth amidst
Chatter of lies & distraction,
Whispering a reminder
Even the miniscule matters
(Sometimes most).
Place fear on the anvil, to be
Smashed with the hammer of
Trust
Introspective , wry, & vulnerable. Love how it moves from self-doubt to acceptance, from cracks to growth. The mushrooms? Perfect metaphor. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
Just saw this and thought I'd write something. Always loved group art critiques. Critical honestly helps my social anxiety and I appreciated the camaraderie of seeing the flaws in each others work. #bonesoftrust
Oh, this is beautifully patient, with trust growing like stone, slow & steady, only to shatter in an instant. Love how the imagery shifts from resilience to fragility and back again. Quiet, hopeful, perfect. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
Wow! Bones as trust, as longing, as something picked clean by time. Love how the language is both intimate & distant, like a conversation already lost. Absolutely stunning. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
This feels ancient yet alive, like a voice echoing through time. Love how trust is carved into bone, turned into music, into story. Pure magic, communal, playful, full of life. Brilliant. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
Tight & controlled. Love how it speaks with dominance, the unseen force behind every movement. That ending is chilling in the best way. Clever. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
This is brutal-spat-out wisdom, sharp as a steel toecap. The voice is unflinching, hardened by survival, trust stripped down to nothing. Love how it swings between menace / truth. Raw & rough! #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
This is razor-sharp. Paranoia wrapped in poetry. Love how the senses become security forces, how trust is reduced to scraps. It leaves a taste, all right. Tense, urgent, brilliantly done. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
This has a mesmerising & mechanical precision wrapped in something human. Love how it plays with the idea of love as engineering, not cold but incorruptible. Clever, thoughtful, beautifully done. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
This hits hard. Love how trust starts as something solid, growing into something vital, only for betrayal to seep in like poison. Sharp, sad, and beautifully done. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust
This is brilliant; witty, raw, & full of heart. Love the idea of bones making music, and that dig at polite mourning? Spot on. The ending feels like a last laugh & a love letter all at once. Properly good. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust