Love picking up a record you haven’t listened to for ages, falling for it again and then finding a song that didn’t quite hit you the same way first time around, that you finally hear second time around and then keep on repeat #oldskin #warondrugs
Finishing up a Tusken Raider diorama. Just gotta glue these little people of sand onto it and I will officially be a diorama-smith.
#tuskenraiders #dioramas #miniaturepainting #nerdling #starwars #ttrpg #monopoly #tatooine #3dprinting
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Since Christmas #PoemsAbout themes have been #Untethered #Clarity #FromTheAshes #BlankPages #OldSkin #BetweenTheSheets #BonesOfTrust #WordsUnsaid #Roots #Dawn #SoftLight & #Awakening It wasn't a coincidence!
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This glows. Shedding the past like old skin, soaking in the burn of experience—there’s a quiet power in that. The fangs tucked away, the certainty in that last line? Chilling in the best way. Love it. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
Poem: When Democracy Dies pressed between sheets of ice color is caught there, just beneath the surface where white silvers and blues-- look quickly before it fades flame-flowers reflected, ruby seeds scattered as shadows slide and sweep, binding, as in pages of a book hope and joy and beauty waiting for another dawn in a baby’s first smile.
I missed the #OldSkin prompt, but I will try to catch up with reading. I hope this take on #PoemsAbout #BetweenTheSheets
is OK. My country and my soon-to-be-born grandchild are mostly the only things I'm thinking about right now. Thank you @brokenspinearts.bsky.social and @alanparry83.bsky.social
Haunting and beautifully textured. The contrast between marble youth and cheesecloth hands is exquisite. That final image—ripe pears, inevitable decay—lingers long after reading. Stunning work. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
A slightly off piste offering for my second of the #poemsabout #oldskin prompt poems this week.
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realising now that i wrote an #OldSkin poem for @brokenspinearts.bsky.social and #PoemsAbout, but did so completely by accident
This is deliciously grimy—dust, decay, and the quiet horror of neglect wrapped in sharp, almost playful imagery. The mites feasting, the dust farm rewilding—it all lingers unsettlingly. That last thought? Pure dark humour. Love it. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
‘Her hands are a map’—this refrain anchors a deeply moving meditation on life’s journey. The imagery is rich, tracing time’s imprint with tenderness and respect. I felt the weight of memory in each crease and contour. A resonant tribute to experience. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
This holds a poignant tension between permanence and change. The unaging skin, a fixed map, contrasts beautifully with the shifting self—memory preserving what time erodes. That last image of dissolution is especially searing. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
Compass point I sense your skin soft, warm, sanctuary it was not for you this growing old despite the years your skin does not wrinkle with age does not change the map you drew never fails fixed like an ancient chart as my own landscape shifts time cannot touch you as you slip through memory a compass point dissolving like dust through sunlight perfect, untouchable, lost
Couldn't get my head around last week's #poemsabout #oldskin until last night. Thanks to @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for the challenge, I really had to turn this one on its head to get anywhere :-)
I love how your time folds in on itself, & the is mirror both revealing and deceiving. ‘The mirror lies… beneath layers of age, the young girl lives’—what a haunting, tender truth. A powerful piece on memory and self. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
My #PoemsAbout #OldSkin looking at how hands are a map of the journey of our lives. My mother’s in particular. Thank you @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for this unusual prompt that finally got out something I’ve wanted to capture for ages.
#poetry #blueskypoetry #Mothers
The weight of the old, the urgent need for change—it’s all there, pressing down. ‘I beg its shedding’ is a plea and a command at once. Sharp, resonant work. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
@brokenspinearts.bsky.social Here's my offering for #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
Set to new work
In old skin,
True transformation is
Choked;
Cloaked
In an ancient,
Decrepid facade
Weighing heavily on
Minds and shoulders,
Obstructing progress.
I beg its shedding.
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Love the idea of skin as landscape, as history, as a map etched by time. The imagery is so precise—‘freckled rust of mole hills’ and ‘persistent itch of memory’ feel like truths. Beautifully crafted, Jacqueline. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
Textured, shifting, full of layered meaning. ‘Old sock face, first and last edition’ is a fab opening, & the interplay of time, wear, & memory throughout is top notch! Beautiful work, Bernard. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
Defiant—refusing frailty, willing strength into existence. The monitor beeps, the skin thins, but the resolve holds. ‘We’re thick skinned when it comes to the future’—what a line. A powerful take on the Old Skin brief. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
Cartography of Old skin calligraphy of bird tracks thin as splinters highlighting storied striations of worm burrows while long-legged blue tributaries of veins wind unmapped beneath freckled rust of mole hills persistent itch of memory etched between the knees Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen
Greetings! Here is my late poem for #PoemsAbout #OldSkin with many thanks to @brokenspinearts.bsky.social. I will be back to read!
Layered , sharp, & deceptively simple. The peeling, slicing, the delicate handling of #OldSkin—it’s all so tactile, yet speaks to something much deeper. ‘No tares, no tears’ is a clever, cutting touch. Fantastic work, Dave. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
A deep frustration at the mismatch between experience & appearance. The yearning for skin that tells the truth, that demands to be read, is powerful. ‘Not this bizarre youth’—what a phrase. Bold! #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
The hands as river deltas, as record keepers, as instruments of memory & care—it’s stunning. ‘Each grain a cell of memory, each line this life, lived’ is a fab closing. Masterful. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
Exquisite contrast between leather / paper, strength / tenderness, graft / love—beautifully handled. ‘I traced the river of your life and knew—drought was imminent’ is a breathtaking close. Thanks for sharing man! #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
Your imagery—predators circling, time as both refuge and ravager—hits hard. ‘Ravage me for I am weary’ feels like both a surrender and a battle cry. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #OldSkin
