FLP CHAPBOOK OF THE DAY: Tales of Ig by Tamara Barnett-Herrin
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Tales of Ig is a collection of poems about—and partially by—an entity named Ig, who asks, alongside a guarded poetic speaker... #poetry #lyric #pantoum #possession #shadow
A pantoum about the language we use to make rape bearable; and the children we erase when we use words to make ourselves more comfortable.
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#poetry #pantoum #Epstein #SayTheirNames #PoliticalPoetry
Inspired by a TikTok lawyer's reflection on becoming someone we don't recognize when we do what must be done. A pantoum about collective transformation in extraordinary times.
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#poetry #pantoum #political #DocumentaryVerse #solidarity
Poem - Storm Goretti
A drenched day
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#Poetry #Rain #Weather #StormGoretti #Pantoum
Kate Armstrong Pantoum fer Winter doun riven the tint braith mawkin scribbles owre the snaw wee arles o sun-daith water warstles wechty, slaw mawkin scribbles owre the snaw sternies bou tae the mockrife mune water warstles wechty, slaw nou the taid an puddock sloum sternies bou tae the mockrife mune houlets hunker saft as haar nou the taid an puddock sloum grippit fest in dwinin lair houlets hunker saft as haar winter’s nieve is cauld an sterk grippit fest in dwinin lair aa maun learn tae dree the mirk winter’s nieve is cauld an sterk doun riven the tint braith aa maun learn tae dree the mirk wee arles o sun daith
doun riven the tint braith
mawkin scribbles owre the snaw
wee arles o sun-daith
water warstles wechty, slaw …
—Kate Armstrong, “Pantoum fer Winter”
published in A KIST O SKINKLAN THINGS (ASL, 2016)
#poem #poetry #pantoum #Scots
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Verse Cycles Poetry Advent Calendar, Door 15: ‘The Body of Water in the Bath’
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#poetryadventcalendar #poetryadvent15 #poetrycollection #poetrygift #poetrylesson #pantoum #carolineburrowspoet #versecycles #scottishpoet #BuyMyBook #BookRecommendation #ReadMorePoetry
A pantoum poem about housewives of the 1950s with the difficult balancing act of being a dutiful wife and mother while holding onto their sanity and identity as a woman. #poetry #poem #pantoum #feministpoetry #tradwife #natalya-tedak
A pantoum for #blueskyrelay today.
(This is an old one, but it fit so well)
#oracle #poetry #blueskypoet
#pantoum
BENEATH BLOOM — where fragility meets endurance
Petals are borrowed, roots endure.
The wind takes beauty, but the earth keeps memory.
What fades is fragrance, what remains is vow.
Curators: @poetriespots @radiance212313
#psmondayprompt #pantoum #poetrycommunity
I will catch up eventually and stop being a day behind on these.... I promise 🤣
But for #Eager, I give you
Once Bitten.
#Emoetry #poetry #blueskypoet #poem #pantoum
"HE'S BEHIND YOU!" they all say As they laugh and point and cheer I wish this ghost would go away I've had it up to here As they laugh and point and cheer When I turn around, there's no one there I've had it up to here But still they point and stare When I turn around there's no one there We'll have to sing it again then WHAY! But still they point and stare As "HE'S BEHIND YOU!" They all say.
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social has got me thinking about pantoums this week... which led me to this abomination...
(Which I imagine is probably right up his street...)
#poetry #blueskypoet #pantoum #pantomime
Here is one #pantoum included in my chapbook, Brace Yourself now on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited!
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Read it today!
#poetry #selfpromotion #kindle #kindleunlimited #selfpublished
That look in your eyes When you love me I feel like it baptizes It sets my soul free When you love me Washing away my sins It sets my soul free Cleansing from within Washing away my sins You give me new life Cleansing from within Taking away my strife You give me new life I fell like it baptizes Taking away my strife That look in your eyes
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social
Thanks for the #pantoum challenge. I think it’s such an interesting form. Here’s my attempt.
True story and everything.
#Poems #Poetry #vssdaily #vss365 #blueskypoets #blueskywriters #writesky #writing #pantoum
Everything echoes hollow. I keep calling into the dark. The body is nothing but shadow. Silence carves its mark. I keep calling into the dark. No answer, no flame, no spark. Silence carves its mark. The echo swallows what I start. No answer, no flame, no spark. I am smaller than the night. The echo swallows what I start. Still—something carries back my cry. I am smaller than the night. The body is nothing but shadow. Still—something carries back my cry. Everything echoes hollow.
a #hollow #pantoum
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#poem #poetry #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets
Can't Blame Me.
None of them had labels
It's not my fault, you can't blame me,
For this moldy vegetable
Unappetizing tea
It's not my fault, you can't blame me
When runs are incurable
From unappetizing tea,
When none of them had labels
#FromOneLine #pantoum
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social challenged people to a #pantoum off. Little did they know that I have years worth of pantoums to spare. Like this one.
It's a format I love, how it recontextualizes the earlier lines in a way reflective of the poet yet at times unpredictable
#poetry #poem #poet
Flames rise from the offering pit The ashen scent of char grilled veal Mixed with perfumed incense sticks Blurs mythic lines to fit the real. The ashen scent of char grilled veal Summons the Oracle to the fire Blurs mythic lines to fit the real To satisfy shallow desire. Summoned, the Oracle to the fire, Drinks deep of newborn calf's spilled blood To satisfy shallow desire, Divine her way through future's mud. Drinks deep of newborn calf's spilled blood Down her chin, a trickle, red, Divine her way through future's mud To answer what should stay unsaid. Down her chin, a trickle, red Flows war, and death, and hatred foul To answer what should stay unsaid Her insights met with angry scowl. Flow war, and death, and hatred foul From all who seek her sage advice Her insights met with angry scowl From those who want words that entice For all who seek her sage advice She offers futures filled with death And those who want words that entice Lash out to steal blasphemous breath, She offers futures filled with death But angry lives where truth won't fit Lash out to steal blasphemous breath, As flames rise from the offering pit.
This #pantoum went on a little bit longer than expected....
But it was fun to write.
#blueskyrelay #blueskypoet #poem #oracle
