Alex D
@alexdwrites.bsky.social
Writer of fantasy, environmentalist, maker of jam and wine. Aways looking for the next rabbit hole to jump down. East Anglia, UK.
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Alex D
@alexdwrites.bsky.social
· Nov 18
I am freshly arrived from the wilds of East Anglia. Irl, the sky is overcast. Here it is blue. Chat to me about trees, Tolkien, history, archaeology, palaeontology, gaming, farming and smallholding, gardening, brewing, writing, books, and books. Delighted to meet you all! 🌈
"They're perfectly ripe."
Meredith cupped the first plum and twisted it gently from its stem.
'Leave them, Meredith. It's passed. They're coming. Witchcraft is illegal. We have to go.'
'Just a #moment, Lynn. You grab our familiars and the bags. I'm not wasting these. They're perfect.'
#vss365
Meredith cupped the first plum and twisted it gently from its stem.
'Leave them, Meredith. It's passed. They're coming. Witchcraft is illegal. We have to go.'
'Just a #moment, Lynn. You grab our familiars and the bags. I'm not wasting these. They're perfect.'
#vss365
June 27, 2025 at 9:37 AM
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June 11, 2025 at 2:54 PM
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I move #small things
A leaf without a breeze
A hair across your face to brush aside
- a slip of anger into your gut
The rippling of that wrath
I slide glassware on it
Smash it in walls, mirror and magnify
Fear flowers
Sweet gulp in my gullet
Chairs hurl so you
Flee
And I drink silence
#vss365
A leaf without a breeze
A hair across your face to brush aside
- a slip of anger into your gut
The rippling of that wrath
I slide glassware on it
Smash it in walls, mirror and magnify
Fear flowers
Sweet gulp in my gullet
Chairs hurl so you
Flee
And I drink silence
#vss365
June 10, 2025 at 11:34 AM
Oh my beloved, you are fading
The #strait to the past grows wider
And on that distant shore, the turtle-dove is calling
The willow warbler pours song
Golden sparks of light fly from time's whetstone
The future is all I can clutch
Be a bridge, days,
Be a hope
Bring the birds home singing
#vss365
The #strait to the past grows wider
And on that distant shore, the turtle-dove is calling
The willow warbler pours song
Golden sparks of light fly from time's whetstone
The future is all I can clutch
Be a bridge, days,
Be a hope
Bring the birds home singing
#vss365
June 4, 2025 at 8:38 AM
Did this wall create the idea of Scotland and England? Or was that already there? Or did it come later?
Is it a brutal imposition on the landscape? An adornment to the crags of the Whin Sill?
I let all that swim in and out of focus while I admired its survival and how damn steep it is.
Is it a brutal imposition on the landscape? An adornment to the crags of the Whin Sill?
I let all that swim in and out of focus while I admired its survival and how damn steep it is.
June 2, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Did this wall create the idea of Scotland and England? Or was that already there? Or did it come later?
Is it a brutal imposition on the landscape? An adornment to the crags of the Whin Sill?
I let all that swim in and out of focus while I admired its survival and how damn steep it is.
Is it a brutal imposition on the landscape? An adornment to the crags of the Whin Sill?
I let all that swim in and out of focus while I admired its survival and how damn steep it is.
I am so glad when people put subtitles on their videos. I infinitely prefer my videos on mute with subtitles.
There's something about an unmuted video which sets off my 'making a phone call' panic. Printed words are so much - quieter.
There's something about an unmuted video which sets off my 'making a phone call' panic. Printed words are so much - quieter.
June 2, 2025 at 8:16 PM
I am so glad when people put subtitles on their videos. I infinitely prefer my videos on mute with subtitles.
There's something about an unmuted video which sets off my 'making a phone call' panic. Printed words are so much - quieter.
There's something about an unmuted video which sets off my 'making a phone call' panic. Printed words are so much - quieter.
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#Sunbeam magnified in the empty house
Finds wood under the dust
Smoke creeps
Across the cup-marked desk and catches
The first pile of old bills
Licks at the peeling damask of the walls
Assails the beams and vanquishes the damp for ever
Pyre for the old man
Who clung here
So long
#vss365
Finds wood under the dust
Smoke creeps
Across the cup-marked desk and catches
The first pile of old bills
Licks at the peeling damask of the walls
Assails the beams and vanquishes the damp for ever
Pyre for the old man
Who clung here
So long
#vss365
June 1, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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May 14, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Oh I have sought her
The Lady of this Land
In the springing verges
The stoop of the oak
And I know
The tongue in which I might have called to her
Is lost long since
Sunk in pools and marshes
Where reeds blow
My cry for its scattered words that bonedeep loss
It might have called #hiraeth
#vss365
The Lady of this Land
In the springing verges
The stoop of the oak
And I know
The tongue in which I might have called to her
Is lost long since
Sunk in pools and marshes
Where reeds blow
My cry for its scattered words that bonedeep loss
It might have called #hiraeth
#vss365
May 14, 2025 at 1:16 PM
Robert Kett.
A man from the middle class who declared he had been wrong and became the leader of a workers' rebellion for common rights.
Ever heard of him?
A man from the middle class who declared he had been wrong and became the leader of a workers' rebellion for common rights.
Ever heard of him?
May 14, 2025 at 11:45 AM
Robert Kett.
A man from the middle class who declared he had been wrong and became the leader of a workers' rebellion for common rights.
Ever heard of him?
A man from the middle class who declared he had been wrong and became the leader of a workers' rebellion for common rights.
Ever heard of him?
It is Limerick Day, I have found,
A verse that is justly renowned -
So let everyone here
Raise a glass to old Lear,
With his birds and his beards all around!
#nationallimerickday
A verse that is justly renowned -
So let everyone here
Raise a glass to old Lear,
With his birds and his beards all around!
#nationallimerickday
May 12, 2025 at 7:22 PM
It is Limerick Day, I have found,
A verse that is justly renowned -
So let everyone here
Raise a glass to old Lear,
With his birds and his beards all around!
#nationallimerickday
A verse that is justly renowned -
So let everyone here
Raise a glass to old Lear,
With his birds and his beards all around!
#nationallimerickday
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Memory is a
room where the furniture has
teeth. Sit carefully.
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #fieldnotes
room where the furniture has
teeth. Sit carefully.
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #fieldnotes
May 12, 2025 at 3:23 PM
Memory is a
room where the furniture has
teeth. Sit carefully.
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #fieldnotes
room where the furniture has
teeth. Sit carefully.
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #fieldnotes
Her promises #dissolve
In the slow drip of time's forgetfulness
Scouring out channels in the flaking rock
Where once she carved her vow
Eroding trust's wide gaze
She wraps her guilt
In the uncertainty of memory
And totters on along the cobbled way
In slipping high heeled shoes
#vss365
In the slow drip of time's forgetfulness
Scouring out channels in the flaking rock
Where once she carved her vow
Eroding trust's wide gaze
She wraps her guilt
In the uncertainty of memory
And totters on along the cobbled way
In slipping high heeled shoes
#vss365
May 12, 2025 at 5:01 PM
Old Mrs Henry had a knack
With fine thread
They said she knelt for hours as a girl
When the war came past
Tears smearing
In prayer of #suture and sweat and flies
Pouring spirits on flesh
She never knew if she saved
A life, a limb
The war crawled onward
And left her clothes for sewing
#vss365
With fine thread
They said she knelt for hours as a girl
When the war came past
Tears smearing
In prayer of #suture and sweat and flies
Pouring spirits on flesh
She never knew if she saved
A life, a limb
The war crawled onward
And left her clothes for sewing
#vss365
May 8, 2025 at 9:12 PM
Honesty in flower among the weeds.
Not topical. Not topical at all.
Not topical. Not topical at all.
May 8, 2025 at 7:56 PM
Honesty in flower among the weeds.
Not topical. Not topical at all.
Not topical. Not topical at all.