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Emily Tee

@emteepoetry.bsky.social

Poet, writer, editor/judge with The Wee Sparrow Poetry Press. Lives in the UK. Dabbles in Flash Fiction, speculative genres. Writing a novel. Mini poetry pamphlet due late 2026. One of the hosts of PromptCombo

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Emily Tee@emteepoetry.bsky.social · 3d ago

This week's post from this week's host! Details below of the new #PromptCombo prompt from @jenthorne.bsky.social with her wonderful poem and photo.

Jen Thorne@jenthorne.bsky.social · 3d ago

Thank you to @emteepoetry.bsky.social for last weeks #PromptCombo and to everyone who contributed. This week it's my turn and I've picked a word with over 300 definitions, so there's no excuse for not having a go 😂 This week I want you to #Stand with me 🙏 #PromptCombo #Stand #Prompt #Poetry

Pine Hill The hill lifts a green shoulder to the beckoning sky, a place where the wind slips off its heavy coat and rests awhile. A small stand of pines leans into the hush, dark needles catching whatever light the day offers, roots threading stories through the soil’s marrow, as it gathers every seed that splits. Grass sways in loose stanzas, a gentle tide that never seeks the sea, only the soft rhythm of the seasons. In this place, the future seems approachable while the trees still stand.
Jen Thorne@jenthorne.bsky.social · last wk.

@emteepoetry.bsky.social here is my (rather long) offering for your excellent #Perseverance #PromptCombo prompt. I hope you are enjoying your week as host ♥️ @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @rfsmith.bsky.social @janpsolivagant.bsky.social #Poetry

Life Carries On   I don’t know why I’m still here.  Some days I think it’s spite.  Others, because the dogs need feeding,  the bin needs taking out,  and the kettle’s already halfway to boiling.    I’ve learned to live in the small things. The hum of the fridge,  the ache in my knees on cold mornings,  the way the light lands on the washing up  and makes it look like art.    I’ve been broken in places  no one ever saw.  I’ve stitched myself up with words I never read aloud. Poems folded into notebook corners. Unwitnessed outpourings at three a.m., while the rest of the house snores me a soundtrack.   They were never for anyone else.  Just me.  A way to bleed cleanly,  to scream unheard,  to remember I was still here.   I’ve been the girl who left, the woman who returned. the daughter who watched her parents fade, wallpaper curling in the sun. The wife who watched her husband heal, a bright dawn after a long night.   The mother who watched her children bloom, soaring foxgloves dancing in sunlight.   I’ve been the one who stayed, when staying felt like drowning.    I don’t pretend it’s easy.  but I’ve seen enough storms through these windows to know I am safe in my home.  and when the next one comes,  I’ll find my footing.  I always do
Emily Tee@emteepoetry.bsky.social · last wk.

Thanks to Ronnie for last week's #PromptCombo. This week tag me, @emteepoetry.bsky.social for the prompt #Perseverance. I'm including a poem of mine published about a year ago in The Poetry Lighthouse 🙏 and a photo I took back in January Looking forward to reading your poems!