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Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.’
📕 Sylvia Plath, November Graveyard
🖼️ Leonora Carrington, Samain
#BookWormSat #ghosts #poetry
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.’
📕 Sylvia Plath, November Graveyard
🖼️ Leonora Carrington, Samain
#BookWormSat #ghosts #poetry
We cannot have one without the other apparently
We cannot have one without the other apparently
a perder instantes.
A perderme.
Una décima de segundo.
Un milésimo de silencio.
Nada me despoja.
Todo me desnuda.
Es lo infinito que regresa.
Aprendo
a habitar el esplendor
de la sombra.
Ana Emilia Lahittea, argentina, 1921-2013
Photo by Lynn Skordal
a perder instantes.
A perderme.
Una décima de segundo.
Un milésimo de silencio.
Nada me despoja.
Todo me desnuda.
Es lo infinito que regresa.
Aprendo
a habitar el esplendor
de la sombra.
Ana Emilia Lahittea, argentina, 1921-2013
Photo by Lynn Skordal
My fourth endeavour coming out of some common concerns and inspiration by others.
Just closing off the four collection soon.
My fourth endeavour coming out of some common concerns and inspiration by others.
Just closing off the four collection soon.
Deal Kent tonight
Deal Kent tonight
close the door
on the word for a bus station
leave the door swinging
and the pigeon pecking
on damp concrete
and edit out the
‘sun rays’ and
replace it with
‘grey Anglican clouds’
so your
protagonist is
forever stuck waiting
for the tired coaches
whose wheels
you punctured
close the door
on the word for a bus station
leave the door swinging
and the pigeon pecking
on damp concrete
and edit out the
‘sun rays’ and
replace it with
‘grey Anglican clouds’
so your
protagonist is
forever stuck waiting
for the tired coaches
whose wheels
you punctured
Smiley’s land from long ago
Smiley’s land from long ago
My submission for #PoemsAbout #WildWind
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#poetry #poetsofbluesky
My submission for #PoemsAbout #WildWind
@brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry.bsky.social
#poetry #poetsofbluesky
You get a sense of this.
You get a sense of this.
I feel a poem coming on
I feel a poem coming on