Bacchante Blues
@bacchal.bsky.social
Poet asleep in the long grass 🌾
New Zealand based
Unleash Lit WIP Finalist 2025 ☀️
New Zealand based
Unleash Lit WIP Finalist 2025 ☀️
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February 6, 2026 at 4:29 PM
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Every day is crow day..✨
February 4, 2026 at 6:33 PM
Every day is crow day..✨
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He lives in a #tower of stone
With moss filling in the cracks,
Every day he looks at the Crone
Who lives across the creeks;
A destined love fated to never
Meet but by whims of beavers.
#wildwalkprompt #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
With moss filling in the cracks,
Every day he looks at the Crone
Who lives across the creeks;
A destined love fated to never
Meet but by whims of beavers.
#wildwalkprompt #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
February 5, 2026 at 3:08 AM
He lives in a #tower of stone
With moss filling in the cracks,
Every day he looks at the Crone
Who lives across the creeks;
A destined love fated to never
Meet but by whims of beavers.
#wildwalkprompt #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
With moss filling in the cracks,
Every day he looks at the Crone
Who lives across the creeks;
A destined love fated to never
Meet but by whims of beavers.
#wildwalkprompt #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
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February 3, 2026 at 3:51 AM
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January 28, 2026 at 9:18 PM
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January 28, 2026 at 3:39 AM
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January 28, 2026 at 11:18 AM
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January 28, 2026 at 8:49 PM
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"Matrioshka" was a hard poem to write. How can you absolve a lifetime of maternal trauma without abandoning either woman?
I grew up in an intensely female space. For better or worse, it shaped me. This poem is less of a confession and more of a diagnosis of a godhead...
#poem #poetry #writersky
I grew up in an intensely female space. For better or worse, it shaped me. This poem is less of a confession and more of a diagnosis of a godhead...
#poem #poetry #writersky
January 28, 2026 at 8:58 PM
"Matrioshka" was a hard poem to write. How can you absolve a lifetime of maternal trauma without abandoning either woman?
I grew up in an intensely female space. For better or worse, it shaped me. This poem is less of a confession and more of a diagnosis of a godhead...
#poem #poetry #writersky
I grew up in an intensely female space. For better or worse, it shaped me. This poem is less of a confession and more of a diagnosis of a godhead...
#poem #poetry #writersky
January 26, 2026 at 9:07 PM
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January 26, 2026 at 12:23 AM
My poem "Cow Tool" is a satirical ode to capitalism as it relates to misogyny.
Deadpan, efficient, and ultimately meaningless - the speaker is selling a product that is shaped like a woman, but whose interiority is completely dictated by what purpose she serves.
#poem #poetry #writerscommunity
Deadpan, efficient, and ultimately meaningless - the speaker is selling a product that is shaped like a woman, but whose interiority is completely dictated by what purpose she serves.
#poem #poetry #writerscommunity
January 26, 2026 at 2:46 AM
My poem "Cow Tool" is a satirical ode to capitalism as it relates to misogyny.
Deadpan, efficient, and ultimately meaningless - the speaker is selling a product that is shaped like a woman, but whose interiority is completely dictated by what purpose she serves.
#poem #poetry #writerscommunity
Deadpan, efficient, and ultimately meaningless - the speaker is selling a product that is shaped like a woman, but whose interiority is completely dictated by what purpose she serves.
#poem #poetry #writerscommunity
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#FoxProse
paper planes aflame
plummeting
wings shorn
of feathers
a flickering light
not for any reason
just emotions flaring
in that nascent dark
a magnet
that has no sense
of true north
why surrender
to timid
lines of electricity
i need
to bite into
live wire
and feel again
paper planes aflame
plummeting
wings shorn
of feathers
a flickering light
not for any reason
just emotions flaring
in that nascent dark
a magnet
that has no sense
of true north
why surrender
to timid
lines of electricity
i need
to bite into
live wire
and feel again
January 26, 2026 at 2:20 AM
#FoxProse
paper planes aflame
plummeting
wings shorn
of feathers
a flickering light
not for any reason
just emotions flaring
in that nascent dark
a magnet
that has no sense
of true north
why surrender
to timid
lines of electricity
i need
to bite into
live wire
and feel again
paper planes aflame
plummeting
wings shorn
of feathers
a flickering light
not for any reason
just emotions flaring
in that nascent dark
a magnet
that has no sense
of true north
why surrender
to timid
lines of electricity
i need
to bite into
live wire
and feel again
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The Bootleggers - Edward Hopper, 1925.
Source : Currier Museum of Art, Manchester (New Hampshire) 🇺🇸
Source : Currier Museum of Art, Manchester (New Hampshire) 🇺🇸
January 25, 2026 at 6:03 AM
The Bootleggers - Edward Hopper, 1925.
Source : Currier Museum of Art, Manchester (New Hampshire) 🇺🇸
Source : Currier Museum of Art, Manchester (New Hampshire) 🇺🇸
Venus in gilt silks
Bearing her fire bosom
In a lonely orb
#poem #poetry #haiku #dailyhaikuprompt lonely
Bearing her fire bosom
In a lonely orb
#poem #poetry #haiku #dailyhaikuprompt lonely
January 25, 2026 at 10:40 PM
Venus in gilt silks
Bearing her fire bosom
In a lonely orb
#poem #poetry #haiku #dailyhaikuprompt lonely
Bearing her fire bosom
In a lonely orb
#poem #poetry #haiku #dailyhaikuprompt lonely
They build the pyre anonymously
Even as the skin of Tlaloc
Flays its rain and whips its brightness
Into white and blue ribbons
They are not afraid of tempests
Only conscious of costs and timesheets
The price of milk excites them
For they can triple it
By adding water
#poem #poetry #emotry
Even as the skin of Tlaloc
Flays its rain and whips its brightness
Into white and blue ribbons
They are not afraid of tempests
Only conscious of costs and timesheets
The price of milk excites them
For they can triple it
By adding water
#poem #poetry #emotry
January 25, 2026 at 10:24 PM