Roseanne Watt
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roseannewatt.bsky.social
Roseanne Watt
@roseannewatt.bsky.social
Writer, poet, musician from Shetland. Minoritised language, islandness and illness. She/shö/her. Author of multi award-winning poetry collection 'Moder Dy' (Polygon, 2019). Jerwood Poetry Award Winner 2024.

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“We must resist engaging with AI-generated content!”

Me whenever one of those “slicing glass fruit” videos appears on my feed:
August 8, 2025 at 11:39 AM
An absolutely stellar news day up here ✨
August 2, 2025 at 7:36 PM
All this on our doorstep and yet my chronic illness remains staunchly uncured. The nature writers will have my head for this, I fear.
July 31, 2025 at 8:42 AM
Fledglings in the garden = cat on lockdown. He keeps asking to go out but his intentions are not pure.
July 27, 2025 at 10:25 AM
Engaged by the mill burn. A moonstone ring, surrounded by the scent of meadowsweet.
July 21, 2025 at 7:25 AM
Accidentally took a double dose of propranolol today.

Me: oh no, hopefully this won’t cause my heart rate to go too low!

My tachycardia: You fool. Did you really think you could defeat me with your mortal medicines? Pathetic. Your efforts are futile, for I am beyond all clinical understanding!
April 21, 2025 at 10:09 AM
April 8, 2025 at 11:01 AM
April 5, 2025 at 4:43 PM
An update.
March 25, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Forgot to put the dreamies packet away last night and now it is mysteriously missing from the kitchen table
March 23, 2025 at 11:48 AM
Local news at its finest
February 28, 2025 at 1:05 PM
Here’s what my sleep tracker data shows for all this. Again, early days, and I’m sure the tracker is not entirely accurate. But it’s definitely showing improvement. First image is from last week (slept over 10hrs!), the second is after implementing the sleep hygiene routine and gabapentin:
February 24, 2025 at 8:57 AM
waakrife wife 🫠
February 15, 2025 at 9:23 AM
Peerie guy followed me all the way to the beach this morning
February 12, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Every February brings the tipping point of the light
February 8, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Tystie aka The Tyst/The Little/My Sweet Goblin Child/Little Baby Quiver Tail/Spooky Action At A Distance
January 27, 2025 at 11:30 AM
One of those days where you simply can’t believe a storm is on its way.
January 22, 2025 at 7:18 PM
The Blackest Crow. The yellowest crocs.
January 22, 2025 at 1:56 PM
Göd newerdie! Wir first foot dastreen (why yes those are mystery machine platform-heel crocs)
January 1, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Göd jul an mony blissins, frends an fremds. A spell of an old Shaetlan word to see you through the dark, in these early days of lengthening light ✨

Monvidd: “to see trowe monvidd” to see through the dark; dusk caused by magic art
December 25, 2024 at 2:35 PM
caught the moment just before he punched me in my stitches 🫠💖
November 27, 2024 at 3:38 PM
The poem is dedicated to my beautiful friend @carararara.bsky.social, and I’m fairly confident these two black blobs are us standing on Hay’s Dock, gawping at the sky 😅
November 23, 2024 at 10:49 AM
Cheers to @scotlit.bsky.social for sharing my poem “Mareel” over on Facebook the other day. A fun fact about this poem is that Maurice Henderson (of Fiddler’s Bid) actually captured the moment of its genesis on the night in question in a stunning photograph 💖
November 23, 2024 at 10:49 AM
Recent research led me to this badass illustration from Fletcher S. Bassett’s “Legends and Superstitions of the Sea and Sailors in All Lands and at all Times” (1885). It’s like an image direct from my nightmares.
November 22, 2024 at 12:35 PM
Delighted to be back in my own bed, hanging out with a little black cat who has only one thing on his mind: crime
November 21, 2024 at 7:10 PM