Ali
@alibutterfly.bsky.social
Mother, sister, daughter, teacher, caregiver, knitter, crafter, fair weather gardener. Seeking some joy after a super difficult year. Thankful for the poetry community on Bluesky and the distraction of the arts challenges 💕.
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Ali
@alibutterfly.bsky.social
· Jul 27
A beautifully tousled cream and blush pink garden #dahlia for #Stunday today with just a touch of #SundayYellow at its centre. 🌼
Abbey Gardens, Bury St. Edmunds #Suffolk
Abbey Gardens, Bury St. Edmunds #Suffolk
November 12, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Today’s #MPPrompt #poetryprompt:
Ekphrastic poetry!
Inspired by the post below from:
@womensartbluesky.bsky.social
#poetry #bravewrite
Ekphrastic poetry!
Inspired by the post below from:
@womensartbluesky.bsky.social
#poetry #bravewrite
November 9, 2025 at 9:56 AM
Today’s #MPPrompt #poetryprompt:
Ekphrastic poetry!
Inspired by the post below from:
@womensartbluesky.bsky.social
#poetry #bravewrite
Ekphrastic poetry!
Inspired by the post below from:
@womensartbluesky.bsky.social
#poetry #bravewrite
#WildWalkPrompt #darkness
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
#poetry #bravewrite
There are darker things than death,
that tear away your breath,
that hollow out your soul,
and empty what was whole.
The #darkness closing in—
a byproduct of sin,
the sin of those you trust,
who turn your world to dust.
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
#poetry #bravewrite
There are darker things than death,
that tear away your breath,
that hollow out your soul,
and empty what was whole.
The #darkness closing in—
a byproduct of sin,
the sin of those you trust,
who turn your world to dust.
November 8, 2025 at 3:13 PM
#WildWalkPrompt #darkness
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
#poetry #bravewrite
There are darker things than death,
that tear away your breath,
that hollow out your soul,
and empty what was whole.
The #darkness closing in—
a byproduct of sin,
the sin of those you trust,
who turn your world to dust.
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
#poetry #bravewrite
There are darker things than death,
that tear away your breath,
that hollow out your soul,
and empty what was whole.
The #darkness closing in—
a byproduct of sin,
the sin of those you trust,
who turn your world to dust.
#SenseWrds #prompt 139
#poetry
Humour, and tempest,
bile, and love—
faith, fire and coals.
Generosity, and betrayal,
happiness, and loss,
Men, with dampened souls.
Walking in hollows—
a father’s path,
stories sketched with holes.
Is this my family?
#poetry
Humour, and tempest,
bile, and love—
faith, fire and coals.
Generosity, and betrayal,
happiness, and loss,
Men, with dampened souls.
Walking in hollows—
a father’s path,
stories sketched with holes.
Is this my family?
November 1, 2025 at 1:22 AM
#SenseWrds #prompt 139
#poetry
Humour, and tempest,
bile, and love—
faith, fire and coals.
Generosity, and betrayal,
happiness, and loss,
Men, with dampened souls.
Walking in hollows—
a father’s path,
stories sketched with holes.
Is this my family?
#poetry
Humour, and tempest,
bile, and love—
faith, fire and coals.
Generosity, and betrayal,
happiness, and loss,
Men, with dampened souls.
Walking in hollows—
a father’s path,
stories sketched with holes.
Is this my family?
#vss365 #poetry #prompt #bravewrite
you #experiment
with my anxiety.
how far can you push it—
coax it, taunt it?
trial it—see:
a bit of fun here
to prod it awake,
a carefree time there
to give it a shake.
as long as, when home,
you pretend that you care,
your hypothesis posits
it won’t be aware.
you #experiment
with my anxiety.
how far can you push it—
coax it, taunt it?
trial it—see:
a bit of fun here
to prod it awake,
a carefree time there
to give it a shake.
as long as, when home,
you pretend that you care,
your hypothesis posits
it won’t be aware.
October 29, 2025 at 6:03 PM
#vss365 #poetry #prompt #bravewrite
you #experiment
with my anxiety.
how far can you push it—
coax it, taunt it?
trial it—see:
a bit of fun here
to prod it awake,
a carefree time there
to give it a shake.
as long as, when home,
you pretend that you care,
your hypothesis posits
it won’t be aware.
you #experiment
with my anxiety.
how far can you push it—
coax it, taunt it?
trial it—see:
a bit of fun here
to prod it awake,
a carefree time there
to give it a shake.
as long as, when home,
you pretend that you care,
your hypothesis posits
it won’t be aware.
#emoetry #poem
The Holy Trinity, divine,
lends His name to Shakespeare’s shrine,
where song-lark ministers to those
whose choral aspirations rose.
Yet underneath the polished sheen
lurks anything but grace serene;
as #battered souls still reel in pain
from that song-lark’s “lovely” refrain.
The Holy Trinity, divine,
lends His name to Shakespeare’s shrine,
where song-lark ministers to those
whose choral aspirations rose.
Yet underneath the polished sheen
lurks anything but grace serene;
as #battered souls still reel in pain
from that song-lark’s “lovely” refrain.
October 28, 2025 at 10:58 AM
“Wouldn’t you rather not know?”
His words were a gut-wrenching blow.
I shouldn’t have seen
That message obscene
To the mistress who stole all our glow!
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetry #limerick #rhyme
(Obscene to my eyes: xxxx)
His words were a gut-wrenching blow.
I shouldn’t have seen
That message obscene
To the mistress who stole all our glow!
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetry #limerick #rhyme
(Obscene to my eyes: xxxx)
October 27, 2025 at 1:17 AM
“Wouldn’t you rather not know?”
His words were a gut-wrenching blow.
I shouldn’t have seen
That message obscene
To the mistress who stole all our glow!
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetry #limerick #rhyme
(Obscene to my eyes: xxxx)
His words were a gut-wrenching blow.
I shouldn’t have seen
That message obscene
To the mistress who stole all our glow!
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetry #limerick #rhyme
(Obscene to my eyes: xxxx)
October 26, 2025 at 11:20 PM
October 25, 2025 at 8:29 AM
October 25, 2025 at 1:39 AM
Reposted by Ali
transparency is not
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
September 23, 2025 at 4:22 AM
transparency is not
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
#emoetry #poetry #rage #tenacious #bravewrite #rhyme
How masterfully
she’d encourage you
to rage against your life.
How seductively
she’d persuade you
to unstitch from your wife.
How tenaciously
she’d compel you
to turn from all we’d share—
slowly, deliberately,
under the guise of care.
How masterfully
she’d encourage you
to rage against your life.
How seductively
she’d persuade you
to unstitch from your wife.
How tenaciously
she’d compel you
to turn from all we’d share—
slowly, deliberately,
under the guise of care.
October 23, 2025 at 6:53 AM
#emoetry #poetry #rage #tenacious #bravewrite #rhyme
How masterfully
she’d encourage you
to rage against your life.
How seductively
she’d persuade you
to unstitch from your wife.
How tenaciously
she’d compel you
to turn from all we’d share—
slowly, deliberately,
under the guise of care.
How masterfully
she’d encourage you
to rage against your life.
How seductively
she’d persuade you
to unstitch from your wife.
How tenaciously
she’d compel you
to turn from all we’d share—
slowly, deliberately,
under the guise of care.
Reposted by Ali
October 22, 2025 at 4:08 AM
#emoetry #poetry #writing
#bravewrite
Your voice changed—
A semitone sharper,
An edge that pierced,
I said.
In my ear
I could hear
Her.
Right there.
The semi-soprano—
She of that consecrated place—
Invading
Our #sacred space.
#bravewrite
Your voice changed—
A semitone sharper,
An edge that pierced,
I said.
In my ear
I could hear
Her.
Right there.
The semi-soprano—
She of that consecrated place—
Invading
Our #sacred space.
October 22, 2025 at 11:11 PM
#emoetry #poetry #writing
#bravewrite
Your voice changed—
A semitone sharper,
An edge that pierced,
I said.
In my ear
I could hear
Her.
Right there.
The semi-soprano—
She of that consecrated place—
Invading
Our #sacred space.
#bravewrite
Your voice changed—
A semitone sharper,
An edge that pierced,
I said.
In my ear
I could hear
Her.
Right there.
The semi-soprano—
She of that consecrated place—
Invading
Our #sacred space.
#emoetry #poetry
Neath twisted bough of Arden’s shade,
As Avon’s silver waters braid,
The #manly, with his soul betrayed,
Doth tread a path in sorrow laid.
The oaks sing of a sacred trust,
Now broken, rotting into dust;
As angel of the anthem’s thrust
Conspires with shadow, chill, and lust.
Neath twisted bough of Arden’s shade,
As Avon’s silver waters braid,
The #manly, with his soul betrayed,
Doth tread a path in sorrow laid.
The oaks sing of a sacred trust,
Now broken, rotting into dust;
As angel of the anthem’s thrust
Conspires with shadow, chill, and lust.
October 19, 2025 at 9:59 AM
October 19, 2025 at 8:03 AM