Chris Andrews
@chrisandprose.bsky.social
Writing, music (Springsteen mostly), reading (words mostly 😁).
For what it was,
I couldn't say it had a face,
For what it said,
The mist gathered in utter silence
Bewitched
A body lost to logical thought
But pure in rage and motion
To Unleash
From a caged frenzy,
The devil,
Rising in the blood. #vss365 #bewitched
I couldn't say it had a face,
For what it said,
The mist gathered in utter silence
Bewitched
A body lost to logical thought
But pure in rage and motion
To Unleash
From a caged frenzy,
The devil,
Rising in the blood. #vss365 #bewitched
December 10, 2025 at 8:56 PM
For what it was,
I couldn't say it had a face,
For what it said,
The mist gathered in utter silence
Bewitched
A body lost to logical thought
But pure in rage and motion
To Unleash
From a caged frenzy,
The devil,
Rising in the blood. #vss365 #bewitched
I couldn't say it had a face,
For what it said,
The mist gathered in utter silence
Bewitched
A body lost to logical thought
But pure in rage and motion
To Unleash
From a caged frenzy,
The devil,
Rising in the blood. #vss365 #bewitched
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Well, this was a little embarrassing. Esme, Rory’s witch, #bewitched by an old crone of a witch. Normally, such a witch as Esme wouldn’t be having with it, but, in the game, she was as vulnerable as anyone else.
For once, Rory couldn’t role play the character as he wanted. she Was stuck.
#vss365
For once, Rory couldn’t role play the character as he wanted. she Was stuck.
#vss365
December 10, 2025 at 9:26 AM
Well, this was a little embarrassing. Esme, Rory’s witch, #bewitched by an old crone of a witch. Normally, such a witch as Esme wouldn’t be having with it, but, in the game, she was as vulnerable as anyone else.
For once, Rory couldn’t role play the character as he wanted. she Was stuck.
#vss365
For once, Rory couldn’t role play the character as he wanted. she Was stuck.
#vss365
Reposted by Chris Andrews
Sometimes I read poems too quickly. This one deserves to be read slowly, to be read more than once, with attention paid to every word...
and 'we should be careful of each other, we should be kind while there is still time'
#poetry
#poemoftheday
and 'we should be careful of each other, we should be kind while there is still time'
#poetry
#poemoftheday
December 9, 2025 at 10:36 PM
Sometimes I read poems too quickly. This one deserves to be read slowly, to be read more than once, with attention paid to every word...
and 'we should be careful of each other, we should be kind while there is still time'
#poetry
#poemoftheday
and 'we should be careful of each other, we should be kind while there is still time'
#poetry
#poemoftheday
December 9, 2025 at 10:18 PM
A heart doesn’t admit consolations
How a soul becomes stranded,
Casted outside,
To be tortured
By the one person
Who can come and go as the heart pleases.
#vss365 #consolations
How a soul becomes stranded,
Casted outside,
To be tortured
By the one person
Who can come and go as the heart pleases.
#vss365 #consolations
December 9, 2025 at 8:50 PM
A heart doesn’t admit consolations
How a soul becomes stranded,
Casted outside,
To be tortured
By the one person
Who can come and go as the heart pleases.
#vss365 #consolations
How a soul becomes stranded,
Casted outside,
To be tortured
By the one person
Who can come and go as the heart pleases.
#vss365 #consolations
Daft wood pigeon,
Burst of Feathers
Tickles Gravity
Consolation
In the poor birds plight.
#vss365 #consolation
Burst of Feathers
Tickles Gravity
Consolation
In the poor birds plight.
#vss365 #consolation
December 9, 2025 at 8:12 PM
Daft wood pigeon,
Burst of Feathers
Tickles Gravity
Consolation
In the poor birds plight.
#vss365 #consolation
Burst of Feathers
Tickles Gravity
Consolation
In the poor birds plight.
#vss365 #consolation
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The haunting #soliloquy drifted through the safe house. Mournful and poignant, sung in memory of those lost, in death and missing. There were always so many. Far too many.
Dylan sat alone, nursing his whisky and watching the footage of the battle, seeing where it could have gone better.
#vss365
Dylan sat alone, nursing his whisky and watching the footage of the battle, seeing where it could have gone better.
#vss365
December 8, 2025 at 9:21 AM
The haunting #soliloquy drifted through the safe house. Mournful and poignant, sung in memory of those lost, in death and missing. There were always so many. Far too many.
Dylan sat alone, nursing his whisky and watching the footage of the battle, seeing where it could have gone better.
#vss365
Dylan sat alone, nursing his whisky and watching the footage of the battle, seeing where it could have gone better.
#vss365
December 8, 2025 at 10:27 PM
At night,
As my body languishes
Trapped,
Under the insanity
Of a full moon
My madness begins to wonder
Room by room
Each picture,
Young faces of old
Rant in soliloquy
Never to forgive me
#vss365 #soliloquy
As my body languishes
Trapped,
Under the insanity
Of a full moon
My madness begins to wonder
Room by room
Each picture,
Young faces of old
Rant in soliloquy
Never to forgive me
#vss365 #soliloquy
December 8, 2025 at 8:14 PM
At night,
As my body languishes
Trapped,
Under the insanity
Of a full moon
My madness begins to wonder
Room by room
Each picture,
Young faces of old
Rant in soliloquy
Never to forgive me
#vss365 #soliloquy
As my body languishes
Trapped,
Under the insanity
Of a full moon
My madness begins to wonder
Room by room
Each picture,
Young faces of old
Rant in soliloquy
Never to forgive me
#vss365 #soliloquy
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Dylan was lost in the fury of battle. Magpie had taken hits, but she, like the old warrior she was, kept going. #Magenta flashes of fire blinked and disappeared among the tumult.
This was going badly. So very badly. Or we’ll. so very well. He couldn’t tell. Only carry on fighting.
#vss365
This was going badly. So very badly. Or we’ll. so very well. He couldn’t tell. Only carry on fighting.
#vss365
December 7, 2025 at 9:22 AM
The rage,
Of how foul their rot
Not even after death
Dead men walk,
Dead men rule
They bring hell,
To living men.
#poetry #blueskypoetry
Of how foul their rot
Not even after death
Dead men walk,
Dead men rule
They bring hell,
To living men.
#poetry #blueskypoetry
December 6, 2025 at 8:40 PM
The rage,
Of how foul their rot
Not even after death
Dead men walk,
Dead men rule
They bring hell,
To living men.
#poetry #blueskypoetry
Of how foul their rot
Not even after death
Dead men walk,
Dead men rule
They bring hell,
To living men.
#poetry #blueskypoetry
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If I could
I'd take your hand
I’ll lead you to another place another land.
Watch hearts grow
bold in fields of green
Where tall blooms sway both brave and free
So come with me take
my hand.
As I lead you to
another place another land
#BlueSkyArtShow #poem
#EastCoastKin #Photo #Photography #Poet
I'd take your hand
I’ll lead you to another place another land.
Watch hearts grow
bold in fields of green
Where tall blooms sway both brave and free
So come with me take
my hand.
As I lead you to
another place another land
#BlueSkyArtShow #poem
#EastCoastKin #Photo #Photography #Poet
December 6, 2025 at 6:49 AM
If I could
I'd take your hand
I’ll lead you to another place another land.
Watch hearts grow
bold in fields of green
Where tall blooms sway both brave and free
So come with me take
my hand.
As I lead you to
another place another land
#BlueSkyArtShow #poem
#EastCoastKin #Photo #Photography #Poet
I'd take your hand
I’ll lead you to another place another land.
Watch hearts grow
bold in fields of green
Where tall blooms sway both brave and free
So come with me take
my hand.
As I lead you to
another place another land
#BlueSkyArtShow #poem
#EastCoastKin #Photo #Photography #Poet
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‘Do you know what #augury means?’
‘That’s an old word. In ancient times, special people, augers, made predictions based on bird actions.’
‘Oh, kinda like I do when I watch my crows.’
‘Your crows? What sort of predictions do you make from crows?’
‘It’s gonna happen just be-caws.’
#vss365
‘That’s an old word. In ancient times, special people, augers, made predictions based on bird actions.’
‘Oh, kinda like I do when I watch my crows.’
‘Your crows? What sort of predictions do you make from crows?’
‘It’s gonna happen just be-caws.’
#vss365
December 6, 2025 at 11:57 AM
You’re not human if you don’t care for gossip ?
Be honest,
It’s Stories and tales you crave
The Spreading of another's endeavours
Local villains, the strange saviours
Hypnotised by a romantic hero craze
Everyone else becomes yesterday's Chic.
So Tell me as tale, and make it quick.
#vss365 #chic
Be honest,
It’s Stories and tales you crave
The Spreading of another's endeavours
Local villains, the strange saviours
Hypnotised by a romantic hero craze
Everyone else becomes yesterday's Chic.
So Tell me as tale, and make it quick.
#vss365 #chic
December 5, 2025 at 7:42 PM
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A new set of outfits called to Rory in the game store, beautiful and #chic, but he couldn’t use any of them for Esme. Not for a witch. Black. Very, very black with the ubiquitous tall, pointed hat. That was what Esme wore. And sturdy boots.
Pithea, however, would look amazing!
#vss365
Pithea, however, would look amazing!
#vss365
December 5, 2025 at 9:16 AM
Nothing is left soft
Once a life is lived,
In love or in troublesome
We are all touched by the petals of
Vespertine’s bloom
The plum of her meddling bruises,
Covering our overripe summer fruits Staining under waxed paper skin.
#vss365 #vespertine
Once a life is lived,
In love or in troublesome
We are all touched by the petals of
Vespertine’s bloom
The plum of her meddling bruises,
Covering our overripe summer fruits Staining under waxed paper skin.
#vss365 #vespertine
December 4, 2025 at 11:10 PM
Nothing is left soft
Once a life is lived,
In love or in troublesome
We are all touched by the petals of
Vespertine’s bloom
The plum of her meddling bruises,
Covering our overripe summer fruits Staining under waxed paper skin.
#vss365 #vespertine
Once a life is lived,
In love or in troublesome
We are all touched by the petals of
Vespertine’s bloom
The plum of her meddling bruises,
Covering our overripe summer fruits Staining under waxed paper skin.
#vss365 #vespertine
December 4, 2025 at 10:37 PM
Has anybody seen poor Jimmy?
Last night he was looking through a hell of lot of whiskey,
Acting all chivalrous at Big Jinny
I think that's the last
We'll see of poor Jimmy.
#vss365 #chivalrous
Last night he was looking through a hell of lot of whiskey,
Acting all chivalrous at Big Jinny
I think that's the last
We'll see of poor Jimmy.
#vss365 #chivalrous
December 3, 2025 at 8:09 PM
Has anybody seen poor Jimmy?
Last night he was looking through a hell of lot of whiskey,
Acting all chivalrous at Big Jinny
I think that's the last
We'll see of poor Jimmy.
#vss365 #chivalrous
Last night he was looking through a hell of lot of whiskey,
Acting all chivalrous at Big Jinny
I think that's the last
We'll see of poor Jimmy.
#vss365 #chivalrous
Once we have them broken
We fill their bare cracks, With fragments of our notions Till wills become cemented.
The defiance of the chivalrous?
To the fire,
For the ash to clot their bloodshed
#vss365 #chivalrous
We fill their bare cracks, With fragments of our notions Till wills become cemented.
The defiance of the chivalrous?
To the fire,
For the ash to clot their bloodshed
#vss365 #chivalrous
December 3, 2025 at 3:55 PM
Once we have them broken
We fill their bare cracks, With fragments of our notions Till wills become cemented.
The defiance of the chivalrous?
To the fire,
For the ash to clot their bloodshed
#vss365 #chivalrous
We fill their bare cracks, With fragments of our notions Till wills become cemented.
The defiance of the chivalrous?
To the fire,
For the ash to clot their bloodshed
#vss365 #chivalrous
December 2, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Reposted by Chris Andrews
December 2, 2025 at 9:07 AM