Back from Away, my 2nd poetry collection turned 1 year old last week. Thanks to all who turned its pages, gave it a home & to Liz at Turas Press for bringing it to life. Here’s me reading the opening poem, Between the Floorboards, sitting on the actual floorboards, of which there are 17 💙
For those who prefer it, there is this option to pre-order my next poetry collection, out on 26 May #poetry @downingfield.bsky.social
An Ocean Called Hope
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My copies of my next collection An Ocean Called Hope and bookmarks, just arrived from @downingfield.bsky.social #poetry
My new poetry collection "An Ocean Called Hope" (publishing 26 May with @downingfield.bsky.social) is now available for pre-order. There are links for ordering from Australia, the UK and the USA downingfield.com/book/an-ocea... #poetry #ireland #australia #irishpoetry #australianpoetry
An Ocean Called Hope
From the windswept Famine Trail of Ireland to the starlit skies of the Southern Hemisphere, this collection by S.C. Flynn explores places and the memo...
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Hardly new info, but BSky should know: Warsaw's water quality is monitored by eight clams with magnets attached to their shells. If contamination in the water causes the clams to close, the magnets trigger an alarm and shut off the city's water supply. Thank you, little guardian molluscs. 🧪🌏🚰
THE COCOON I found a cocoon made of twigs somehow stuck together in a lattice. I don’t know why, but it never opened and many years later I went away leaving the cocoon behind on a shelf, while whatever creature lay inside never learnt what it truly was. #poetry
Poetry from S.C. Flynn - SYNCHRONIZED CHAOS
SIDE EFFECTS Back in the slanting, tilted days we tore great chunks off each other and then crept slowly apart, not looking back, like sidling crabs over cooling sands and wrote with bloody fingers on...
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THE COCOON I found a cocoon made of twigs somehow stuck together in a lattice. I don’t know why, but it never opened and many years later I went away leaving the cocoon behind on a shelf, while whatever creature lay inside never learnt what it truly was. #poetry @downingfield.bsky.social
Four Poems
SIDE EFFECTS Back in the slanting, tilted days we tore great chunks off each other and then crept slowly apart, not looking back, like sidling crabs over cooling sands and wrote with bloody fingers…
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One of our Heroneers wrote a song about the Yellow-Crowned Night Heron we included in our first Heroneer's Calendar in 23. Sung to the tune of YCMA. It's fun to be a Yyyyy C N H h 🎶 🕺 (the busy nest is by Heroneer @rosssalawitch.bsky.social )
