Erithacus
@erithacus-poet.bsky.social
Poet, writer, woodsman, photographer and if that wasn't enough... Autistic.
Tell me if my heart stops
My little hallucinogen
Love me or love me not
It's not my time to take
Trying not to keep you away
My little phantasm
Neurotoxin eyes
Cover me with leaves
In a cloying grip
My little cordyceps
And I'm trying
Barely arms length away
But I'm barely awake... these days
My little hallucinogen
Love me or love me not
It's not my time to take
Trying not to keep you away
My little phantasm
Neurotoxin eyes
Cover me with leaves
In a cloying grip
My little cordyceps
And I'm trying
Barely arms length away
But I'm barely awake... these days
October 22, 2025 at 9:54 PM
Tell me if my heart stops
My little hallucinogen
Love me or love me not
It's not my time to take
Trying not to keep you away
My little phantasm
Neurotoxin eyes
Cover me with leaves
In a cloying grip
My little cordyceps
And I'm trying
Barely arms length away
But I'm barely awake... these days
My little hallucinogen
Love me or love me not
It's not my time to take
Trying not to keep you away
My little phantasm
Neurotoxin eyes
Cover me with leaves
In a cloying grip
My little cordyceps
And I'm trying
Barely arms length away
But I'm barely awake... these days
I always wished I could draw
A ragged notebook, a 2B pencil
Recording your upturned face
Eyes reflecting the #starscape
Instead I commit to memory
And write insufficient words
#vss365
A ragged notebook, a 2B pencil
Recording your upturned face
Eyes reflecting the #starscape
Instead I commit to memory
And write insufficient words
#vss365
June 25, 2025 at 7:13 PM
I always wished I could draw
A ragged notebook, a 2B pencil
Recording your upturned face
Eyes reflecting the #starscape
Instead I commit to memory
And write insufficient words
#vss365
A ragged notebook, a 2B pencil
Recording your upturned face
Eyes reflecting the #starscape
Instead I commit to memory
And write insufficient words
#vss365
Take it to the Grave
April 21, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Take it to the Grave
Words
that sink through my ribs
That climb my bronchial trees
Swim arterial rivers
Until my heart ...
Where they break in and reside
#poetry
My 📸
that sink through my ribs
That climb my bronchial trees
Swim arterial rivers
Until my heart ...
Where they break in and reside
#poetry
My 📸
March 26, 2025 at 9:34 PM
Words
that sink through my ribs
That climb my bronchial trees
Swim arterial rivers
Until my heart ...
Where they break in and reside
#poetry
My 📸
that sink through my ribs
That climb my bronchial trees
Swim arterial rivers
Until my heart ...
Where they break in and reside
#poetry
My 📸
March 24, 2025 at 8:35 PM
March 20, 2025 at 9:38 PM
Thursday, I was a passenger. We came across a mortally injured mallard duck on the road, severe head injury, wings trying to take off. I had to end the suffering. I was accidentally ran over by the car, breaking my foot. We both lay on the tarmac, beating our wings.
#vss365
#vss365
March 17, 2025 at 7:13 AM
Thursday, I was a passenger. We came across a mortally injured mallard duck on the road, severe head injury, wings trying to take off. I had to end the suffering. I was accidentally ran over by the car, breaking my foot. We both lay on the tarmac, beating our wings.
#vss365
#vss365
February 16, 2025 at 9:26 PM
February 16, 2025 at 8:44 PM
The Boy With The Amazing Jumper
TW for SA
TW for SA
February 9, 2025 at 8:29 PM
The Boy With The Amazing Jumper
TW for SA
TW for SA
Autistic bliss - New and better headphones 😊
January 12, 2025 at 9:55 PM
Autistic bliss - New and better headphones 😊
I am not one for resolutions at new year, but I always quietly tell myself to read more.
Autism makes me a slow reader, I am competent - just slow. It can take many weeks for me to read a whole book.
The problem is, I have an enormous amount of books to read. I need time.
#newyear
Autism makes me a slow reader, I am competent - just slow. It can take many weeks for me to read a whole book.
The problem is, I have an enormous amount of books to read. I need time.
#newyear
January 1, 2025 at 2:40 PM
I am not one for resolutions at new year, but I always quietly tell myself to read more.
Autism makes me a slow reader, I am competent - just slow. It can take many weeks for me to read a whole book.
The problem is, I have an enormous amount of books to read. I need time.
#newyear
Autism makes me a slow reader, I am competent - just slow. It can take many weeks for me to read a whole book.
The problem is, I have an enormous amount of books to read. I need time.
#newyear
I wish you a happy new year.
A stormy night here, the house is at sea - and I have a lot to contemplate.
Keep warm, raise a glass to those we lost, drink to those we love.
A stormy night here, the house is at sea - and I have a lot to contemplate.
Keep warm, raise a glass to those we lost, drink to those we love.
December 31, 2024 at 7:16 PM
I wish you a happy new year.
A stormy night here, the house is at sea - and I have a lot to contemplate.
Keep warm, raise a glass to those we lost, drink to those we love.
A stormy night here, the house is at sea - and I have a lot to contemplate.
Keep warm, raise a glass to those we lost, drink to those we love.
Today is national Robin day - Erithacus rubecula
December 21, 2024 at 8:49 PM
Today is national Robin day - Erithacus rubecula
Solstice morning 💚
December 21, 2024 at 7:56 AM
Solstice morning 💚
The stillness,
She studied me
Elderberry eyes reflecting a hoarfrost world
These moments,
A man and a Blackbird,
She has no idea of her importance
Bringing me to resipiscence
We share lunch,
We talk, through looks,
For we do not need words.
Our closed world
#poetry
My 📸
She studied me
Elderberry eyes reflecting a hoarfrost world
These moments,
A man and a Blackbird,
She has no idea of her importance
Bringing me to resipiscence
We share lunch,
We talk, through looks,
For we do not need words.
Our closed world
#poetry
My 📸
December 15, 2024 at 11:57 AM
The stillness,
She studied me
Elderberry eyes reflecting a hoarfrost world
These moments,
A man and a Blackbird,
She has no idea of her importance
Bringing me to resipiscence
We share lunch,
We talk, through looks,
For we do not need words.
Our closed world
#poetry
My 📸
She studied me
Elderberry eyes reflecting a hoarfrost world
These moments,
A man and a Blackbird,
She has no idea of her importance
Bringing me to resipiscence
We share lunch,
We talk, through looks,
For we do not need words.
Our closed world
#poetry
My 📸
Selene watched me from a reflection in a puddle with an almost closed eye, her loving phase.
I had been listening to the vernacular of the Robins, feeling that symmetry in all things, more than connected - a heirophony.
My burdens lift for a fraction of a moment.
I had been listening to the vernacular of the Robins, feeling that symmetry in all things, more than connected - a heirophony.
My burdens lift for a fraction of a moment.
December 8, 2024 at 8:12 PM
Selene watched me from a reflection in a puddle with an almost closed eye, her loving phase.
I had been listening to the vernacular of the Robins, feeling that symmetry in all things, more than connected - a heirophony.
My burdens lift for a fraction of a moment.
I had been listening to the vernacular of the Robins, feeling that symmetry in all things, more than connected - a heirophony.
My burdens lift for a fraction of a moment.
Eoferwick
A walk of walls
and rain-polished cobblestones
to an edifice, a monolith
of sheer golden stone
tracery wrapped kaleidoscope glass
blackened iron gated crypts
and footfall eroded steps
centuries of noble skeletons
a sacrifice to foundations
My 📸
A walk of walls
and rain-polished cobblestones
to an edifice, a monolith
of sheer golden stone
tracery wrapped kaleidoscope glass
blackened iron gated crypts
and footfall eroded steps
centuries of noble skeletons
a sacrifice to foundations
My 📸
December 8, 2024 at 7:41 PM
Eoferwick
A walk of walls
and rain-polished cobblestones
to an edifice, a monolith
of sheer golden stone
tracery wrapped kaleidoscope glass
blackened iron gated crypts
and footfall eroded steps
centuries of noble skeletons
a sacrifice to foundations
My 📸
A walk of walls
and rain-polished cobblestones
to an edifice, a monolith
of sheer golden stone
tracery wrapped kaleidoscope glass
blackened iron gated crypts
and footfall eroded steps
centuries of noble skeletons
a sacrifice to foundations
My 📸
Hello
You are late today
Been waiting for you
To open this door
Get me out of the wind
Share your biscuits
And bits of cheese
I'll listen for humans
I know you can't fly
But just run with me
To the hedgerow
And we'll hide
#poetry #blackbirds #photography
You are late today
Been waiting for you
To open this door
Get me out of the wind
Share your biscuits
And bits of cheese
I'll listen for humans
I know you can't fly
But just run with me
To the hedgerow
And we'll hide
#poetry #blackbirds #photography
November 26, 2024 at 8:59 PM
Hello
You are late today
Been waiting for you
To open this door
Get me out of the wind
Share your biscuits
And bits of cheese
I'll listen for humans
I know you can't fly
But just run with me
To the hedgerow
And we'll hide
#poetry #blackbirds #photography
You are late today
Been waiting for you
To open this door
Get me out of the wind
Share your biscuits
And bits of cheese
I'll listen for humans
I know you can't fly
But just run with me
To the hedgerow
And we'll hide
#poetry #blackbirds #photography
What have I to gain
Out here today
On the frozen lake
Breathless
I should
Cut a path
Through the reeds
Seek the edges
The margins
Retreat
To my place
A will-o'-the-wisp existence
Flickering in
And out of sight
#SymphAndJules
Out here today
On the frozen lake
Breathless
I should
Cut a path
Through the reeds
Seek the edges
The margins
Retreat
To my place
A will-o'-the-wisp existence
Flickering in
And out of sight
#SymphAndJules
November 17, 2024 at 8:19 PM
What have I to gain
Out here today
On the frozen lake
Breathless
I should
Cut a path
Through the reeds
Seek the edges
The margins
Retreat
To my place
A will-o'-the-wisp existence
Flickering in
And out of sight
#SymphAndJules
Out here today
On the frozen lake
Breathless
I should
Cut a path
Through the reeds
Seek the edges
The margins
Retreat
To my place
A will-o'-the-wisp existence
Flickering in
And out of sight
#SymphAndJules
November 16, 2024 at 8:42 PM
