Ann Tigone
@anntigone.bsky.social
Poet. Movie geek. Dramatic but lazy. Wistfully nonchalant. Passionately disinterested in oxymorons.
We took what was not ours
from another's table—
devouring it whole,
so that no one could
reclaim it...
#poemsabout #desire
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
from another's table—
devouring it whole,
so that no one could
reclaim it...
#poemsabout #desire
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
November 14, 2025 at 7:20 AM
We took what was not ours
from another's table—
devouring it whole,
so that no one could
reclaim it...
#poemsabout #desire
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
from another's table—
devouring it whole,
so that no one could
reclaim it...
#poemsabout #desire
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
We had our own language
of words, looks, touch—
telepathic mind stuff,
we read each other
like custom made books...
#LockedDoors #PoemsAbout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
of words, looks, touch—
telepathic mind stuff,
we read each other
like custom made books...
#LockedDoors #PoemsAbout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
November 7, 2025 at 9:27 AM
We had our own language
of words, looks, touch—
telepathic mind stuff,
we read each other
like custom made books...
#LockedDoors #PoemsAbout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
of words, looks, touch—
telepathic mind stuff,
we read each other
like custom made books...
#LockedDoors #PoemsAbout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
Back then,
we smelled it first—
wisps of bonfires
at the end of every street,
where families gathered
after trick or treating....
#mpprompt
#halloween #samhain #Ireland
we smelled it first—
wisps of bonfires
at the end of every street,
where families gathered
after trick or treating....
#mpprompt
#halloween #samhain #Ireland
October 31, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Back then,
we smelled it first—
wisps of bonfires
at the end of every street,
where families gathered
after trick or treating....
#mpprompt
#halloween #samhain #Ireland
we smelled it first—
wisps of bonfires
at the end of every street,
where families gathered
after trick or treating....
#mpprompt
#halloween #samhain #Ireland
They tried to
distill the blood
with distance
like temporal, spatial alchemists
but the dark magic
lingered in our DNA...
#poemsabout #blood
#IrishHistory #MagdaleneLaundries #MotherandBabyHomes
distill the blood
with distance
like temporal, spatial alchemists
but the dark magic
lingered in our DNA...
#poemsabout #blood
#IrishHistory #MagdaleneLaundries #MotherandBabyHomes
October 31, 2025 at 8:57 AM
They tried to
distill the blood
with distance
like temporal, spatial alchemists
but the dark magic
lingered in our DNA...
#poemsabout #blood
#IrishHistory #MagdaleneLaundries #MotherandBabyHomes
distill the blood
with distance
like temporal, spatial alchemists
but the dark magic
lingered in our DNA...
#poemsabout #blood
#IrishHistory #MagdaleneLaundries #MotherandBabyHomes
In the bleak mid-winter
you came to me
as if floating
on a dream...
#BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #poem #Poetry
you came to me
as if floating
on a dream...
#BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #poem #Poetry
October 28, 2025 at 5:19 PM
In the bleak mid-winter
you came to me
as if floating
on a dream...
#BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #poem #Poetry
you came to me
as if floating
on a dream...
#BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #poem #Poetry
I write to fill
the void inside
but nothing works
it's just an endless
cascade of words
spilling ever
downward...
#skypoets #blueskypoetry
the void inside
but nothing works
it's just an endless
cascade of words
spilling ever
downward...
#skypoets #blueskypoetry
October 27, 2025 at 12:33 PM
I write to fill
the void inside
but nothing works
it's just an endless
cascade of words
spilling ever
downward...
#skypoets #blueskypoetry
the void inside
but nothing works
it's just an endless
cascade of words
spilling ever
downward...
#skypoets #blueskypoetry
As a child, I was shot
so many times.
A warzone
of shutter buttons
and flashing bulbs,
I was ever captured
mid-escape...
#PoemsAbout #BurnForTheCamera
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
so many times.
A warzone
of shutter buttons
and flashing bulbs,
I was ever captured
mid-escape...
#PoemsAbout #BurnForTheCamera
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
October 24, 2025 at 6:35 AM
As a child, I was shot
so many times.
A warzone
of shutter buttons
and flashing bulbs,
I was ever captured
mid-escape...
#PoemsAbout #BurnForTheCamera
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
so many times.
A warzone
of shutter buttons
and flashing bulbs,
I was ever captured
mid-escape...
#PoemsAbout #BurnForTheCamera
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#2wordprompt #vssmagic #BlueSkyRelay
#steam #space #facade #accessory
This one is just a bit of fun, don't be scared 😅...
FYI, here's the thing
cinema is my sanctuary,
I go purposely
when it's empty.
So a word of warning
for your own safety:
I need my
s p a c e
#steam #space #facade #accessory
This one is just a bit of fun, don't be scared 😅...
FYI, here's the thing
cinema is my sanctuary,
I go purposely
when it's empty.
So a word of warning
for your own safety:
I need my
s p a c e
October 18, 2025 at 10:53 AM
#2wordprompt #vssmagic #BlueSkyRelay
#steam #space #facade #accessory
This one is just a bit of fun, don't be scared 😅...
FYI, here's the thing
cinema is my sanctuary,
I go purposely
when it's empty.
So a word of warning
for your own safety:
I need my
s p a c e
#steam #space #facade #accessory
This one is just a bit of fun, don't be scared 😅...
FYI, here's the thing
cinema is my sanctuary,
I go purposely
when it's empty.
So a word of warning
for your own safety:
I need my
s p a c e
𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞
I broke her down
to build her up,
just like my Barbies
as a kid...
#poemsabout #BreaktheMould
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#mentalhealth #BFRB #Trichotillomania #BDD #dermatillomania
I broke her down
to build her up,
just like my Barbies
as a kid...
#poemsabout #BreaktheMould
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#mentalhealth #BFRB #Trichotillomania #BDD #dermatillomania
October 17, 2025 at 7:59 AM
𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞
I broke her down
to build her up,
just like my Barbies
as a kid...
#poemsabout #BreaktheMould
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#mentalhealth #BFRB #Trichotillomania #BDD #dermatillomania
I broke her down
to build her up,
just like my Barbies
as a kid...
#poemsabout #BreaktheMould
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#mentalhealth #BFRB #Trichotillomania #BDD #dermatillomania
The mirror me
is shattered glass,
a self in splinters.
Each jagged shard
spreading my flaws
across tiny multitudes.
They dance and mock
in unison
#ImperfectMe #poemsabout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
is shattered glass,
a self in splinters.
Each jagged shard
spreading my flaws
across tiny multitudes.
They dance and mock
in unison
#ImperfectMe #poemsabout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
October 9, 2025 at 7:47 AM
The mirror me
is shattered glass,
a self in splinters.
Each jagged shard
spreading my flaws
across tiny multitudes.
They dance and mock
in unison
#ImperfectMe #poemsabout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
is shattered glass,
a self in splinters.
Each jagged shard
spreading my flaws
across tiny multitudes.
They dance and mock
in unison
#ImperfectMe #poemsabout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
You were the Heathcliff
to my Kathy,
my intoxicating love—
heroin
for my heroine...
#haunted
#MPPrompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
to my Kathy,
my intoxicating love—
heroin
for my heroine...
#haunted
#MPPrompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
October 7, 2025 at 4:31 PM
You were the Heathcliff
to my Kathy,
my intoxicating love—
heroin
for my heroine...
#haunted
#MPPrompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
to my Kathy,
my intoxicating love—
heroin
for my heroine...
#haunted
#MPPrompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
She's awesome, any time the Sophocles play is done here I go see it, going next weekend 😅 my poem on the other hand is not the best, she deserves better 😐
October 6, 2025 at 7:20 PM
She's awesome, any time the Sophocles play is done here I go see it, going next weekend 😅 my poem on the other hand is not the best, she deserves better 😐
I envy
the #mushroom—
that ability to thrive
in dark places,
lined up one
after another
like an #armada.
Yet, my #zest
for life grows
increasingly #bald
when dark thoughts
intrude.
My mind
desperate for light,
like a flower in bloom
when I'm trapped
in the gloom.
#emoetry #WildWalkPrompt
the #mushroom—
that ability to thrive
in dark places,
lined up one
after another
like an #armada.
Yet, my #zest
for life grows
increasingly #bald
when dark thoughts
intrude.
My mind
desperate for light,
like a flower in bloom
when I'm trapped
in the gloom.
#emoetry #WildWalkPrompt
October 5, 2025 at 8:52 AM
Streets lined with lifeless faces,
a #mannequin assembly line.
Stalingrad scenes, Soviet grey,
an iron curtain of rain
beating desolately
onto monochrome roads...
#poemsabout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
a #mannequin assembly line.
Stalingrad scenes, Soviet grey,
an iron curtain of rain
beating desolately
onto monochrome roads...
#poemsabout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
October 2, 2025 at 9:52 AM
Streets lined with lifeless faces,
a #mannequin assembly line.
Stalingrad scenes, Soviet grey,
an iron curtain of rain
beating desolately
onto monochrome roads...
#poemsabout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
a #mannequin assembly line.
Stalingrad scenes, Soviet grey,
an iron curtain of rain
beating desolately
onto monochrome roads...
#poemsabout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
I often watch
from the window
my cute little kitty,
poor Brave Sir Mao,
ever #vanquished
in battle.
His worst enemy,
the mischievous
#magpie.
When I hear their
mocking melody
I live in #remorse
that no #songbird
ever sings Mao,
to victory.
#emoetry #WildWalkPrompt #vssdaily #whistpr
from the window
my cute little kitty,
poor Brave Sir Mao,
ever #vanquished
in battle.
His worst enemy,
the mischievous
#magpie.
When I hear their
mocking melody
I live in #remorse
that no #songbird
ever sings Mao,
to victory.
#emoetry #WildWalkPrompt #vssdaily #whistpr
October 2, 2025 at 6:23 AM
I often watch
from the window
my cute little kitty,
poor Brave Sir Mao,
ever #vanquished
in battle.
His worst enemy,
the mischievous
#magpie.
When I hear their
mocking melody
I live in #remorse
that no #songbird
ever sings Mao,
to victory.
#emoetry #WildWalkPrompt #vssdaily #whistpr
from the window
my cute little kitty,
poor Brave Sir Mao,
ever #vanquished
in battle.
His worst enemy,
the mischievous
#magpie.
When I hear their
mocking melody
I live in #remorse
that no #songbird
ever sings Mao,
to victory.
#emoetry #WildWalkPrompt #vssdaily #whistpr
I'm a remote star
fading out infinitely—
an eternal unbecoming.
I started broken,
fractured at the core,
letting in dark matter—
a twisted seam
splintering inwardly.
But in brokeness
is beauty
and when
I supernova
let the darkness
consume me—
one with solitude
evermore.
#sensewrds #prompt 126
fading out infinitely—
an eternal unbecoming.
I started broken,
fractured at the core,
letting in dark matter—
a twisted seam
splintering inwardly.
But in brokeness
is beauty
and when
I supernova
let the darkness
consume me—
one with solitude
evermore.
#sensewrds #prompt 126
October 1, 2025 at 5:02 PM
I'm a remote star
fading out infinitely—
an eternal unbecoming.
I started broken,
fractured at the core,
letting in dark matter—
a twisted seam
splintering inwardly.
But in brokeness
is beauty
and when
I supernova
let the darkness
consume me—
one with solitude
evermore.
#sensewrds #prompt 126
fading out infinitely—
an eternal unbecoming.
I started broken,
fractured at the core,
letting in dark matter—
a twisted seam
splintering inwardly.
But in brokeness
is beauty
and when
I supernova
let the darkness
consume me—
one with solitude
evermore.
#sensewrds #prompt 126
Some days, I'm bright
as a butterfly,
glowing iridescent—
like, yeah sure, go on,
bask in my presence.
Other days,
I'm grasping for light
like green fingers
of a succulent
reaching toward
the sky.
It's a fine line I walk
between light giver
and vampire—
just be careful, I bite.
#RetroArtPrompt
as a butterfly,
glowing iridescent—
like, yeah sure, go on,
bask in my presence.
Other days,
I'm grasping for light
like green fingers
of a succulent
reaching toward
the sky.
It's a fine line I walk
between light giver
and vampire—
just be careful, I bite.
#RetroArtPrompt
October 1, 2025 at 1:57 PM
Some days, I'm bright
as a butterfly,
glowing iridescent—
like, yeah sure, go on,
bask in my presence.
Other days,
I'm grasping for light
like green fingers
of a succulent
reaching toward
the sky.
It's a fine line I walk
between light giver
and vampire—
just be careful, I bite.
#RetroArtPrompt
as a butterfly,
glowing iridescent—
like, yeah sure, go on,
bask in my presence.
Other days,
I'm grasping for light
like green fingers
of a succulent
reaching toward
the sky.
It's a fine line I walk
between light giver
and vampire—
just be careful, I bite.
#RetroArtPrompt
Can I tell you
a secret?
I still love
the park swing.
I crave
to sneak in
at nighttime
and jump on.
The sway,
the rhythm,
that feeling
like I'm flying.
It's sad
to seem like
I'm too old,
when inside
my child
still wants
to f
l
y.
#RetroArtPrompt
a secret?
I still love
the park swing.
I crave
to sneak in
at nighttime
and jump on.
The sway,
the rhythm,
that feeling
like I'm flying.
It's sad
to seem like
I'm too old,
when inside
my child
still wants
to f
l
y.
#RetroArtPrompt
October 1, 2025 at 6:31 AM
Can I tell you
a secret?
I still love
the park swing.
I crave
to sneak in
at nighttime
and jump on.
The sway,
the rhythm,
that feeling
like I'm flying.
It's sad
to seem like
I'm too old,
when inside
my child
still wants
to f
l
y.
#RetroArtPrompt
a secret?
I still love
the park swing.
I crave
to sneak in
at nighttime
and jump on.
The sway,
the rhythm,
that feeling
like I'm flying.
It's sad
to seem like
I'm too old,
when inside
my child
still wants
to f
l
y.
#RetroArtPrompt
The glory
of a storm-felled tree—
uprooted,
yet new shoots spring
from everywhere,
popping out
here and there,
reaching swiftly
toward the sun.
The wonder of life
finding a way
in spite of storms
set to send it awry.
Oh, to be
more akin
to a storm-felled tree.
#sensewrds #prompt 125
of a storm-felled tree—
uprooted,
yet new shoots spring
from everywhere,
popping out
here and there,
reaching swiftly
toward the sun.
The wonder of life
finding a way
in spite of storms
set to send it awry.
Oh, to be
more akin
to a storm-felled tree.
#sensewrds #prompt 125
September 29, 2025 at 12:17 PM
The glory
of a storm-felled tree—
uprooted,
yet new shoots spring
from everywhere,
popping out
here and there,
reaching swiftly
toward the sun.
The wonder of life
finding a way
in spite of storms
set to send it awry.
Oh, to be
more akin
to a storm-felled tree.
#sensewrds #prompt 125
of a storm-felled tree—
uprooted,
yet new shoots spring
from everywhere,
popping out
here and there,
reaching swiftly
toward the sun.
The wonder of life
finding a way
in spite of storms
set to send it awry.
Oh, to be
more akin
to a storm-felled tree.
#sensewrds #prompt 125
The land is as if layered
in #gouache—
a brilliancy and depth
of colour
woven into a natural,
living tapesty.
Is that a liquid illusion
of water
flowing down a stream?
Or a vivid dream
of a bird flitting past
my vision?
How can I accept
that such beauty
is genuine?
#BlueSkyRelay
in #gouache—
a brilliancy and depth
of colour
woven into a natural,
living tapesty.
Is that a liquid illusion
of water
flowing down a stream?
Or a vivid dream
of a bird flitting past
my vision?
How can I accept
that such beauty
is genuine?
#BlueSkyRelay
September 28, 2025 at 1:29 PM
The land is as if layered
in #gouache—
a brilliancy and depth
of colour
woven into a natural,
living tapesty.
Is that a liquid illusion
of water
flowing down a stream?
Or a vivid dream
of a bird flitting past
my vision?
How can I accept
that such beauty
is genuine?
#BlueSkyRelay
in #gouache—
a brilliancy and depth
of colour
woven into a natural,
living tapesty.
Is that a liquid illusion
of water
flowing down a stream?
Or a vivid dream
of a bird flitting past
my vision?
How can I accept
that such beauty
is genuine?
#BlueSkyRelay
Old houses
dot this place
like faded memories,
holding stories
in their walls
that they can't speak,
yet I feel them
intimately.
Voices whispering
through time,
tales of family
sat by the hearth.
Homes long gone,
but bearing shadows
of warmth.
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
dot this place
like faded memories,
holding stories
in their walls
that they can't speak,
yet I feel them
intimately.
Voices whispering
through time,
tales of family
sat by the hearth.
Homes long gone,
but bearing shadows
of warmth.
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
September 28, 2025 at 12:21 PM
Old houses
dot this place
like faded memories,
holding stories
in their walls
that they can't speak,
yet I feel them
intimately.
Voices whispering
through time,
tales of family
sat by the hearth.
Homes long gone,
but bearing shadows
of warmth.
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
dot this place
like faded memories,
holding stories
in their walls
that they can't speak,
yet I feel them
intimately.
Voices whispering
through time,
tales of family
sat by the hearth.
Homes long gone,
but bearing shadows
of warmth.
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
Once again,
we return
back home.
I watch
from the window,
as we go.
A parting view
of your beauty,
I take it with me
and leave a little
piece of me
to haunt the woods.
She'll visit
in my dreams
to share visions
of your trees
and streams.
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
we return
back home.
I watch
from the window,
as we go.
A parting view
of your beauty,
I take it with me
and leave a little
piece of me
to haunt the woods.
She'll visit
in my dreams
to share visions
of your trees
and streams.
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
September 28, 2025 at 10:48 AM
Once again,
we return
back home.
I watch
from the window,
as we go.
A parting view
of your beauty,
I take it with me
and leave a little
piece of me
to haunt the woods.
She'll visit
in my dreams
to share visions
of your trees
and streams.
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
we return
back home.
I watch
from the window,
as we go.
A parting view
of your beauty,
I take it with me
and leave a little
piece of me
to haunt the woods.
She'll visit
in my dreams
to share visions
of your trees
and streams.
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
This house has lived
a much longer life
than I,
the safety of staying
with an elder.
It has learned
the value of quiet,
saying nothing,
simply being,
birdsong provides
it's soundtrack....
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
a much longer life
than I,
the safety of staying
with an elder.
It has learned
the value of quiet,
saying nothing,
simply being,
birdsong provides
it's soundtrack....
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
September 28, 2025 at 9:21 AM
This house has lived
a much longer life
than I,
the safety of staying
with an elder.
It has learned
the value of quiet,
saying nothing,
simply being,
birdsong provides
it's soundtrack....
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets
a much longer life
than I,
the safety of staying
with an elder.
It has learned
the value of quiet,
saying nothing,
simply being,
birdsong provides
it's soundtrack....
#poem #poetry #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets