Francis H Powell writer and poet
@fhpowellwriter.bsky.social
I'm an artist, musician, poet, writer, a creative being. I live in France, but born in the UK. I have written anything from horror books to a children's book. Vegetarian, dog lover, anti war maybe a bit woke Follow me if you can.
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The Starbeck Orion issue #14 Not Advent Anthology Day 19 of 25 featuring the artwork, poetry and short fiction of Francis H Powell
A Feast Of Image And Word
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The Starbeck Orion issue #14 Not Advent Anthology Day 19 of 25 featuring the artwork, poetry and short fiction of Francis H Powell
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A smattering of stars
in the darkness of the universe,
something for us to hold onto
away from the banality of life.
So many messages,
perhaps from long-lost souls,
for us to wonder
and take flight in our dreams.
#Smattering
#WildWalkPrompt
in the darkness of the universe,
something for us to hold onto
away from the banality of life.
So many messages,
perhaps from long-lost souls,
for us to wonder
and take flight in our dreams.
#Smattering
#WildWalkPrompt
January 29, 2026 at 6:42 PM
A smattering of stars
in the darkness of the universe,
something for us to hold onto
away from the banality of life.
So many messages,
perhaps from long-lost souls,
for us to wonder
and take flight in our dreams.
#Smattering
#WildWalkPrompt
in the darkness of the universe,
something for us to hold onto
away from the banality of life.
So many messages,
perhaps from long-lost souls,
for us to wonder
and take flight in our dreams.
#Smattering
#WildWalkPrompt
Colour me tenderly
with your vitality
that exuberance
beholden only to you
take the flames of fire
the blooms of summer
the green of the forest
the light of a sacred moon
adorn me with silver and gold
be bright, daring, and bold
#FoxProse
with your vitality
that exuberance
beholden only to you
take the flames of fire
the blooms of summer
the green of the forest
the light of a sacred moon
adorn me with silver and gold
be bright, daring, and bold
#FoxProse
January 29, 2026 at 6:29 PM
Colour me tenderly
with your vitality
that exuberance
beholden only to you
take the flames of fire
the blooms of summer
the green of the forest
the light of a sacred moon
adorn me with silver and gold
be bright, daring, and bold
#FoxProse
with your vitality
that exuberance
beholden only to you
take the flames of fire
the blooms of summer
the green of the forest
the light of a sacred moon
adorn me with silver and gold
be bright, daring, and bold
#FoxProse
January 29, 2026 at 6:18 PM
I’m the king of seven kingdoms
left on the shore
I’ll happily #obfuscate
all the lines that you draw
I’ll play havoc with dreams
turn storms away
realign the planets
climb through those windows
close all those doors
watch me hang loose from trees
in my world & yours
#vss365
#photo Francis H Powell
left on the shore
I’ll happily #obfuscate
all the lines that you draw
I’ll play havoc with dreams
turn storms away
realign the planets
climb through those windows
close all those doors
watch me hang loose from trees
in my world & yours
#vss365
#photo Francis H Powell
January 29, 2026 at 5:30 PM
I’m the king of seven kingdoms
left on the shore
I’ll happily #obfuscate
all the lines that you draw
I’ll play havoc with dreams
turn storms away
realign the planets
climb through those windows
close all those doors
watch me hang loose from trees
in my world & yours
#vss365
#photo Francis H Powell
left on the shore
I’ll happily #obfuscate
all the lines that you draw
I’ll play havoc with dreams
turn storms away
realign the planets
climb through those windows
close all those doors
watch me hang loose from trees
in my world & yours
#vss365
#photo Francis H Powell
January 29, 2026 at 7:12 AM
January 29, 2026 at 6:51 AM
January 29, 2026 at 6:48 AM
The demented teacher, supposedly teaching maths, was in reality tormenting children’s minds. That was until the children took revenge with a voodoo doll, leaving their teacher barely able to speak or move.
#horrorprompt.
#horrorprompt.
January 29, 2026 at 6:28 AM
The demented teacher, supposedly teaching maths, was in reality tormenting children’s minds. That was until the children took revenge with a voodoo doll, leaving their teacher barely able to speak or move.
#horrorprompt.
#horrorprompt.
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a woman in a blue dress is reaching for a book on a ladder
ALT: a woman in a blue dress is reaching for a book on a ladder
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January 27, 2026 at 7:47 PM
There’s a man
for whom much scorn is meant
so much anger aimed
square at his head
writers of poetry
words raw and red
horror prompts for those
doting on death
Thousands of people
you will never meet
countless unseen voices
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetryprompt
#MPPrompt
for whom much scorn is meant
so much anger aimed
square at his head
writers of poetry
words raw and red
horror prompts for those
doting on death
Thousands of people
you will never meet
countless unseen voices
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetryprompt
#MPPrompt
January 28, 2026 at 9:41 PM
There’s a man
for whom much scorn is meant
so much anger aimed
square at his head
writers of poetry
words raw and red
horror prompts for those
doting on death
Thousands of people
you will never meet
countless unseen voices
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetryprompt
#MPPrompt
for whom much scorn is meant
so much anger aimed
square at his head
writers of poetry
words raw and red
horror prompts for those
doting on death
Thousands of people
you will never meet
countless unseen voices
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetryprompt
#MPPrompt
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January 28, 2026 at 8:01 PM
Beginnings born of endings,
first to rise after fire,
bending with the storm
but never breaking
releasing gentle spirits,
a hope that does not shout,
casting pale light
across a scarred and silent land.
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social #WildWalkPrompt #birch
first to rise after fire,
bending with the storm
but never breaking
releasing gentle spirits,
a hope that does not shout,
casting pale light
across a scarred and silent land.
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social #WildWalkPrompt #birch
January 28, 2026 at 6:44 PM
Beginnings born of endings,
first to rise after fire,
bending with the storm
but never breaking
releasing gentle spirits,
a hope that does not shout,
casting pale light
across a scarred and silent land.
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social #WildWalkPrompt #birch
first to rise after fire,
bending with the storm
but never breaking
releasing gentle spirits,
a hope that does not shout,
casting pale light
across a scarred and silent land.
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social #WildWalkPrompt #birch
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White‑barked pioneer
symbol of beauty and love
shyly rustling birch
#WildWalkPrompt #birch #haiku #writing #writingcommunity
#micropoetry
symbol of beauty and love
shyly rustling birch
#WildWalkPrompt #birch #haiku #writing #writingcommunity
#micropoetry
January 27, 2026 at 7:18 AM
White‑barked pioneer
symbol of beauty and love
shyly rustling birch
#WildWalkPrompt #birch #haiku #writing #writingcommunity
#micropoetry
symbol of beauty and love
shyly rustling birch
#WildWalkPrompt #birch #haiku #writing #writingcommunity
#micropoetry
Delicate as eggshell edges,
or walking on a bridge
made of feathers
as strong as an origami castle
warding off an army of thousands,
as soft as the sound of a water drop
in a large, open arena,
or an ant dancing on a leaf.
#firewords280 (eggshell edges)
or walking on a bridge
made of feathers
as strong as an origami castle
warding off an army of thousands,
as soft as the sound of a water drop
in a large, open arena,
or an ant dancing on a leaf.
#firewords280 (eggshell edges)
January 28, 2026 at 5:34 PM
Delicate as eggshell edges,
or walking on a bridge
made of feathers
as strong as an origami castle
warding off an army of thousands,
as soft as the sound of a water drop
in a large, open arena,
or an ant dancing on a leaf.
#firewords280 (eggshell edges)
or walking on a bridge
made of feathers
as strong as an origami castle
warding off an army of thousands,
as soft as the sound of a water drop
in a large, open arena,
or an ant dancing on a leaf.
#firewords280 (eggshell edges)
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January 28, 2026 at 8:22 AM
Reposted by Francis H Powell writer and poet
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January 28, 2026 at 5:16 PM
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January 28, 2026 at 5:13 PM
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Thank you @rfsmith.bsky.social for your #PromptCombo #Moment which brought to mind a recent moment that brought home the fragility of existence. Looking forward to other contributions later
January 27, 2026 at 2:00 PM
Thank you @rfsmith.bsky.social for your #PromptCombo #Moment which brought to mind a recent moment that brought home the fragility of existence. Looking forward to other contributions later
January 28, 2026 at 1:56 PM
January 28, 2026 at 9:32 AM
His life was full of joviality
one party after another
but then he got too cocky
he got in with a nasty crowd
made a false move
whereupon he was thrown
into a bear pit
his flesh torn to shreds
by rampant beasts
#Critterary
one party after another
but then he got too cocky
he got in with a nasty crowd
made a false move
whereupon he was thrown
into a bear pit
his flesh torn to shreds
by rampant beasts
#Critterary
January 28, 2026 at 7:59 AM
His life was full of joviality
one party after another
but then he got too cocky
he got in with a nasty crowd
made a false move
whereupon he was thrown
into a bear pit
his flesh torn to shreds
by rampant beasts
#Critterary
one party after another
but then he got too cocky
he got in with a nasty crowd
made a false move
whereupon he was thrown
into a bear pit
his flesh torn to shreds
by rampant beasts
#Critterary
January 28, 2026 at 7:47 AM
January 28, 2026 at 7:46 AM
January 28, 2026 at 7:44 AM