If the sun moaned about what she looked like…and a white sliced loaf!
6am Sunblessed. ☀️Thanks @theargylelitmag.bsky.social
Originally written for a prompt from #PoemsAbout
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Black-and-white graphic of a vintage typewriter seen from above. Torn paper strips sit in the typewriter reading “£1200 RAISED” and “WIN CASH” in bold lettering. Below, the hashtags “#TheBrokenSpineAward” and “#ByPoetsForPoets” are printed. The overall style is gritty, high-contrast, and zine-like.
We didn’t wait for permission.
We didn’t wait for funding bodies.
We made a prize to prove they’re no more meaningful than ours — and you backed it.
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Gold-yellow box with highlights and black text of a poem: Bloom and Then My sweet beauty was as nothing seen before in this world or the next, so you whispered as I unfurled and petaled still dew-damp still reaching for the sun. Let me adore you, as no one else ever could, you panted when you picked me snapping sapling boughs forever. You displayed me in all my glory, look, look at this magnificence, you boasted, all mine! and stroked my velvet bloom till it flattened and thinned. I waned, I fell away you sneering you looking beyond at new blooms, and you discarded me piled with wilted others – but instead of dry dust of silence I found kindreds I found new life where our shared wounds our gashes and wither and ripeness made us more made us whole
Didn't quite manage Friday but did write something for the #PoemsAbout #InBloom prompt. Thanks as ever to @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk for the inspiration! 🙏💜
Wow, when they talk about showing not telling, this, this is what they mean. The perfect blend of image and action. Too many unique and powerful lines to single out just one. #PoemsAbout. Thank you for this, @saintghost.bsky.social!!!
Hymnal for Edvard Small magics are afoot, strange alchemies turning the sparrows into soothsayers. The undertaker sheds his soot-black jacket, blows the dust off the oaken coffin lid. Planting flowers into the womb of earth; bluebells, hyacinths, the old gray widow. They will come again next year because they always do. Because they know no other way but up up up, daffodils raising their heads toward the sulfur-pheasant sun. A shovel that gleams golden in the noon-light, a spasmic stirring of wings in your full belly’s aviary. Bees sweeping out their honeycombs with spidery twig-haired brooms. Roadkill unfolds itself from the warming asphalt like tulips, innards flapping petal-like in the mild March breeze. Sap, blood, and dew clot into sonnets on the meadow of our wet pink tongues. Our breath is enough to make us holy, our blood- scorched palms always grasping for something, our cruel exalted wants. How magnificent is our fallibility, our bodies that vessel the light. Frail but feral as foxes, we climb on the highest cherry tree branches to swallow big gulps of the sky. We stretch our limbs heavenwards always, even from the sepulcher below. Where we stick our roots is a pear tree orchard that never runs out of fruit. Who knows where they end, if ever. Spring days, lambed love, the apple core of ourselves — these things don’t perish but ripen buried under moon and mud. Worms and saplings, the red breast of a robin feasted upon by ants. Bones that remember they were forged to soar. Mushrooms pushing through a corpse’s eye, violets crowning the guts. The language of spring is persistence, a reawakening of rot into bloom. A sempiternal offering of trust to be carried by wind and wing. The stubborn belief of a calf to always be born head-first. From deep beneath, the lovely dead tickle the crocus shoots out of the dampened soil, coax the grass to sprout. Blackbirds in the ruined church spires, mouths that know nothing but song. You look into the bell of a …
For #PoemsAbout #InBloom ✨
for @thebrokenspine.co.uk
& @alanparrywriter.co.uk
Didn’t make it on time again… one could say I’m a late bloomer (forgive me) 🌷
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his gaze — getting lost
drowning in light, vernal haze
petals rule this world
feral softness — deep longing
dripping nose bleeding colour
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#poetrycommunity
#PoemsAbout #Bloom
A seed,
A sapling
Memory
That germinates
The space between
The origin
And ending of
Our destiny.
My thoughts
They nurture
And it blooms
Reminds me of
A thousand hues
Of joyful colour
Shared before
Fate intervened.
The smile I thought you stole,
I found again.
#poetry #poem
Everything about this post makes it a blessing to be in the #PoemsAbout family. Collaboration, words, images, layout, message, strength. 👏👏👏
I've posted something else for #PoemsAbout #InBloom, and this piece was also heavily influenced by the theme. This week, I've been thinking about what widens within you.
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#PoemsAbout - #InBloom
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poetry collab: There is a picture of oranges, a humming bird and tree. Two poems from me and one from Stace.Bot This is an ongoing poetry collaboration of the prompts melt and in bloom
For this week's #PoemsAbout #inbloom @archivewhisperer.bsky.social and I collaborated to create this piece. All credit to her for the visuals and inspiration.
Thank you to the host @alanparrywriter.co.uk and
@thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers.
#poetry #poem #writing
I’m the same way! The hashtag is partly a spin-off of a long running initiative, #PoemsAbout, hosted by @thebrokenspine.co.uk each week. So if you haven’t already tagged your poem for that… do! The prompt this week is #InBloom and your poem speaks so beautifully to that concept.
I was pondering that. I think it could be effective as an organized event, but #PoemsAloud is also just a good hashtag for anytime. Audio poems shared for any occasion or prompt. Plus it’s an easy add-on to existing initiatives tied to specific days/weeks, such as #PoemsAbout.
At the top, the words: "A Bardic Experiment" In the middle, an illustration of a medieval goat playing a lute. Underneath the medieval goat are the words: POEMS ALOUD Use the hashtag #PoemsAloud Share your own audio or video poems!
Calling all troubadours!
An idea.
Post your audio poems. Tag them #PoemsAloud so they're easy to find & share.
That's the idea. 🥳
Why?
#PoemsAloud syncs perfectly w/ #PoemsAbout or can stand on its own.
Some poems live beyond the page.
I recorded a bunch & don't know what else to do w/ them 🤷♀️
Long Before Guerrilla Gardeners There Was My Mother When I was in my infancy, so was the estate where I lived. New, fresh everything gleamed with the last dregs of post-war idealism. The footpaths of black tarmac cut through grassy banks and small hills, created from the rubble and earth displaced by the foundations. Mum decided there weren’t enough flowers and trees. She didn’t complain to the council, or ask for a grant. My dad took us on outings to local forests. We visited elderly relatives, house-proud and garden mad. Pulled over at the side of highways to rescue saplings, finding everything a new home on our small estate. Bit by bit the plant revolution took place I am much older now. So is the estate. The patched tarmac has faded to grey. The houses have seen many wars. But the trees grow strong and tall. A voracious rowan has sired an empire. No autumn journey can be made without the crunching of red berries under your shoes. Bluebells settle under golden forsythia, as the blossoms of ornamental cherries and magnolia flutter down in the evening breeze, carrying the scent of honeysuckle twisted around old signposts. We walk amongst her legacy. Her gardens bloom in every corner. Christmas berries lay down a red carpet. Bluebells nod their approval. The confetti of scattering blossoms celebrate the gift she planted for us
I am having an awful time at the moment as I am currently in hospital keeping vigil at my mom's bedside, waiting to say goodbye.
This is a poem I wrote about her a while ago. It seems a fitting tribute to share here.
Love you Mom 🩶
#PoemsAbout #InBloom
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For @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #InBloom
Bloom walks and walks
pussyfooting
his voyage around his home
leaving his Penelope to do what she must
what she can bound to her four walls
and her mindless occupations
voyaging in bitterness
and an unquenchable hope.
Arizona morning:
parched khaki desert opens
its mouth, green tongue
blooms fuchsia,
sunrise yellow,
smoke-white and blush -
even the rocks redden
in dawn's sight,
clothed in pale blue sky.
#poemsabout #inbloom
Here's my #poemsabout #inbloom. @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
This just appeared in America Magazine
www.americamagazine.org/poetry/2026/...
#PoemsAbout #InBloom
innocence left
we measure glances
intent sharpened, mercy
circling gravity, we pretend
isn’t already closing in.
restraint fractures-nuclear
masks slip without apology.
we mistakenly bloom-
this is what remains when
the dark agrees; lives perish
to the richness of a floweret.
I breathe in lilacs
and miss the taste of your skin,
memory of you
soft and pliable like sin,
like your blush rosebud in bloom.
#faesense #lilacslonging #inbloom #poemsabout #tanka #tankaboutit #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry
Flowers all begin
to bloom
and aromas
conceal
ugliness,
grime,
bruises on
top of healed bruises;
none of this beauty matters,
it’s the ungettable get,
unachievable dream,
a painting I sit
outside of,
always wondering
if it exists
#poemsabout @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry
each petal in full bloom gloriously fragrant until spent— depleted of life they give in and fall
Bluesky feeds (very customisable :-) )
There are a various groups doing prompts (@thebrokenspine.co.uk do a weekly #poemsabout prompt and #WednesdayWIPs).
You can customise your Bluesky feed to make it more relevant to you (see pic). I tend to use 'popular with friends' (mostly poetry).
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In the midst of a home repair project, but I'll catch up with more reading of #PoemsAbout later this afternoon!
Double dipping, for #FragmentsFriday @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and also #PoemsAbout #InBloom @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
A small piece inspired by hearing a quote from a 19th century sex worker on the car radio.
#PoemsAbout #InBloom
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A little Friday something!
#poemsabout #inbloom
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Hello all and thanks for this opportunity! 😄👍
