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PIED WAGTAIL As I pack another’s bag He says I were a packer down pit. Tha’d have made a good packer. I set each odd shaped stone in place to hold back debris hold up the pit roof so others may have space to work. As I pack her bag She says Aren’t they beautiful. The pied wagtails She watches their skitter and bob outside the shop window. My dad were a blacksmith in the pits. Well, he was a farrier, But when they got rid of the ponies he became a blacksmith. He allus told me Pied Wagtails nested in pit prop piles stacked outside the pit.

My pit prop holds up the roof that others may safely work. The pits are all closed their memories are all open, a black and white skitter and bob. Packer: Pack - Roof support made of stone. Large stones at the front, built up like a dry stone wall. Packer (1) - One deployed to build the pack walls and fill behind with debris. Packer (2) - A big piece of stone to use in the pack wall. Packing - Act of building a pack wall and filling a void. Packhole - Void at coal face to stow dirt either or both sides of the gate from the ripping lip. 76 Paul Brookes

Hi @hool415.bsky.social Ju, here's my fourth response to your marvellous #promptcombo #workinglove. Another from my collection "Please Take Change":

Why do only new lovers kiss? You see them everywhere: anxious teenaged lovers in their thirties, forties, fifties. Kissing with dry, garlicky mouths. Flush with wanting’s terrors. They promise eternity – that gift that needs no receipt.

For @hool415.bsky.social's #workinglove #promptcombo this week, a new thing about new love. Inspired, I think, by those older couples you see in parks on office lunch breaks: acting like teenagers, rapt in each other, obviously falling in love – all anticipations visibly laced with their anxieties.

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Proofing It begins with care, measured, exacting, each motion arguing with air. I knead the doubt in, fold too long, too hard. It stiffens, hums an amber ache. In the oven’s sepia roar, it lifts, then falls a bruised collapse that sighs of trying.

Thanks @hool415.bsky.social for this weeks #promptcombo
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This is about the overworking that occurs both in writing and in this case baking. My emotions, the frustration sometimes spills over into my creative efforts. I need to learn when to pause.

DUSTPAN and brush are poetry. Brush is my pen sweeps all the words dust, ripped plastic packaging, used sucked lollipop sticks, shop receipts, religious pamphlets sausage roll pastry, used product labels into a neat pile, position the dustpan to receive the words. Carefully flick the words towards a dustpan page. Inevitably, some words are swept under the page. I have to rescue those. Sometimes the page is the floor. Sometimes the pen cleans away a chaos of words to leave a poem.

Hi @hool415.bsky.social Ju, my third response to your excellent #promptcombo #workinglove is another from my collection "Please Take Change", again talking of the tools of the trade:

This is my poem...
NOT WORKING LOVE

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“Believing this is the day of their demise”

Surely you've felt more than just paperclips between us, more than just occasional sharing of Blu Tac? Us, us meeting with such propriety at the photocopier, maintaining such decorum waiting patiently for the kettle to boil in the office kitchen - it's blowing off of steam surely hinting at more than the filling of a stained cup.

I Hope all #promptcombo folk will forgive one of my very occasional forays among your number 🙏..... just couldn't resist the current #workinglove prompt from @hool415.bsky.social !!!

#PromptCombo #Workinglove #measure #vss365
@hool415.bsky.social #magrigal #love

Many thanks @hool415.bsky.social for this week's #PromptCombo #WorkingLove. Hope this one fits, albeit obliquely! Looking forward to catching up with others later today.

Working Love by S. Reeson I am my own relationship with truth I will and must keep the flame alive because until I learn to love myself a work in progress remains a lie simply the smouldering remains of pain I built to fit this form because until I can become a host constant reassessment of my care I cannot love this lifestyle forward will never transform awful into fair until the day I finally wake up joyous as my own calm appears

Done the #Poetry Warmup this morning as the #PromptCombo #WorkingLove for @hool415.bsky.social. This might work for a weekly thing…

THIS MOP AND BUCKET are poetry to me. My pen is a mop I stick in a bucket of disinfectant floor cleaner pull out mop sodden with words and splash them backwards and forwards slop lines one after the other Until the floor fair shines, My mop is dry, needs another dip. I squeeze out the gunk back into the bucket. More the floor shines, dirtier the bucketful gets. A good poem is a clean floor

Hi @hool415.bsky.social Ju, here is my second response to your inviting #promptcombo #workinglove. It is from my collection "Please Take Change":

Here is another offering a rather sober look at love

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Does this work! A WIP experiment- possibly prose poem? Not sure?

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Thank you Julian @hool415.bsky.social for this week's #promptcombo prompt #Workinglove. Sharing one from 2014.

The Burn Closes Another silent afternoon, stunned in the supermarket by the this-ness of the shampoo bottles on the shelves, and of the workers who stocked them— bawling happy insults at each other across the stock room floor. So I took the long way home through the burn closes: to the plateau with the little ruined church, the grounds herb-rich and rabbit-bit; the rich greens of the gorse, the grass, the trees blending with the sky— the sky glaucous, and carnation. And through the pink, rusting 70s fence to the medieval Holy Cross— a ruin by 1800 — and St Peter's, down the bank, not built for another seven years. And in that church-less gap, all the parish souls, married, with or without offspring, in a pen-stroke deemed on the instant illegitimate— their ties illegal, the registers annulled: A portcullis authority over small, quiet lives.

Hi @hool415.bsky.social - here's my response to #PromptCombo #WorkingLove #poem #poetry

Julian another workinglove poem but this time schoolwork @hool415.bsky.social's prompt of #workinglove

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A poem by Debbie Ross for the hashtag Prompt Combo about hashtag Working Love entitled Love in a working poem body text as follows: I love my work, probably because it’s no longer my job. No 9-5, no commutes, no irritating work mates. I used to love my job, before the stress, before the long hours before the back-biting and incompetence. I lost my love and gave up my job, found something new to do, something worthwhile. I found a new love, eventually. He used to work for the same company as me. Funny how the fates align. My love and I moved to somewhere we’ve fallen in love with, worked doing things we both loved - a perfect scene. Of course fate was bound to intervene. We’re still in love, love where we live, my love’s jobs are necessary - love doesn’t pay the bills.

Hello @hool415.bsky.social Ju. I’ve cobbled something together for your #PoemsAbout #WorkingLove though it’s more prosaic than poetic. Anyway, see if you can make any sense of it. A true love story! #poetry #poetrycommunity

Excerpt from a Dramatic Adaptation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight Simon Corble's adaptation of the girdle scene from Sir Gwain and the Green Knight

For #promptcombo @hool415.bsky.social #Workinglove, here's Simon Corble's dramatic adaptation of the girdle scene in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.

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First love, lost [your] fear will never be more powerful than [my] love but [my] love will never be enough to save [you]

Hello everyone, slow of the blocks this week, so I've decided to share a wee poem I wrote a long time ago for #promptcombo and @hool415.bsky.social's prompt of #workinglove. Thanks Ju for hosting and everyone else for being so inspiring! #poems #poetry

#PromptCombo host is our very charming Ju for this week & his theme is #Workinglove

Tag @hool415.bsky.social & use the hastags to get involved.

Have a fabulous week hosting my dear friend ❤️

Hi Julian @hool415.bsky.social here's my response to your #promptcombo #workinglove

my working glove (sic)
is blue and hypoallergenic
a rash choice

For this week's #promptcombo #workinglove with very understanding host @hool415.bsky.social , an old one which I think fits. Look forward to reading others later.

The Lost Buzz Helping folk gave me such satisfaction. Teenage Saturday worker stacking shelves finding books, answering peoples questions. Now I restock these supermarket shelves, apologising to customers that I can't hear them, but know somebody who can. My smile no longer a welcome mat, More: Private. Do Not Disturb. Can't hear you. I'm changed into what I don't want to be. Unhelpful. Anxious. Angry at myself because I can't listen. This is not me. Stranger shuts a heavy door on myself. I will find that buzz, again. I must learn new skills. Listen differently. Unlearn.

Hi @hool415.bsky.social Ju, here's my first response to your excellent #promptcombo #workinglove. It describes the effect of temporarily having 99% hearing loss due to a middle ear blockage:

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The host for #promptcombo this (forthcoming 😉) week is the lovely @hool415.bsky.social with the rather intriguing prompt of #workinglove and a rather charming poem to start us off 💖

All are welcome to contribute. Please hastags #promptcombo #workinglove and tag @hool415.bsky.social

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Working Love I fell for you in work amid the photocopier’s paparazzi-flashing, had no control over seating so, between floors giddy elevator conversations snatched. Once, outside, during a fire evacuation test I stood by you, aware my ruddy-face was so obviously smouldering. Hold the note you gave me for supposed help on an urgently demanded spinning-hamster-wheel type task, just a rather economical: ‘Thank you v v much’ but I imagined that first word unexpectedly promoted and H.R. formally introducing its shyest new replacement: Love. Since that day to my certain knowledge you’ve never used ‘v v’ again… though I make sure those twanging Cupid arrowheads are near daily kept still in play.

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@victoriaspires.bsky.social I’m hosting #promptcombo this week.Use the #promptcombo and post me @hool415.bsky.social for the theme of #workinglove Anything on love, work or a mix of both! All welcome till 5pm Friday!!