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

Squirting a plot with thirteen feet of garden hose, Quickly I saw it scamper by Uninvited; a black walnut bootlegger Investigating a likely soft spot in my soil, Resolving to plant the garden-killer Right in my best crops. Evil little rodent, go plant elsewhere, Lest I summon winged death upon you.

Hi, @emteepoetry.bsky.social Here is an offering for #PromptCombo #Winged The piece was originally written for a prompt by @malformed-poetry.bsky.social , but I am quite fond of it, and I hope it fits the bill. Thanks for the prompt! #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writercommunity #prompt

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Emily Tee@emteepoetry.bsky.social · 2d ago

Thanks to Ronnie for last week's fantastic prompt! This week tag me @emteepoetry.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Winged Winged or Wingèd? Birds, bugs, planes etc, or dragons/ wingèd cryptids? Icarus? Or winged, as in wounded? Just a few of the possibilities. Looking forward to reading your work!

Micropoem about an airplane in concrete form

@emteepoetry.bsky.social here is my offering for #Winged. This is an old one, but I love this #PromptCombo, so there may well be more to come. #Poetry

Ghost in Feathers                               

The barn walls drink the last of the light.
Shadows bloom like bruises across the beams.
The swallows sleep in cloistered hush;
the oxblood tractor ticks,
a cooling beast slain at sunset.

Moths rise, dust-winged,
erratically searching
for the memory of light.
Spiders unfurl their wire legs,
threading tremors through webs.
Bats spill from broken gables,
their flight a soft percussion
through the dark.

The barn's hushed breath is silenced.
But the night's chorus is not complete.
One nocturnal spectre lingers.
Watching.
Seeing all.

Talons unfurl, rusted hooks sear
through feathers pale as bone.
She ends her vigil with a haunted cry,
and the scuttling things below
wonder if they are the who she calls for.

There is no fanfare, only death on wing.
Silent, surgical, inevitable.
Rending flesh, she claims her prize,
then slips between the rafters,
folding into their oaken skin.

Though night wanes, she remains:
perched, unmoving, unblinking.
Waiting.
A ghost in feathers.
Emily Tee@emteepoetry.bsky.social · 2d ago

Thanks to Ronnie for last week's fantastic prompt! This week tag me @emteepoetry.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Winged Winged or Wingèd? Birds, bugs, planes etc, or dragons/ wingèd cryptids? Icarus? Or winged, as in wounded? Just a few of the possibilities. Looking forward to reading your work!

Micropoem about an airplane in concrete form

@emteepoetry.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Winged I miss the Swifts now it's October The Jays on the swoop for Acorns Almost make up for it And if the Owls leave me another feather I'll accept that Birdkind is on my side.

Emily Tee@emteepoetry.bsky.social · 2d ago

Thanks to Ronnie for last week's fantastic prompt! This week tag me @emteepoetry.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Winged Winged or Wingèd? Birds, bugs, planes etc, or dragons/ wingèd cryptids? Icarus? Or winged, as in wounded? Just a few of the possibilities. Looking forward to reading your work!

Micropoem about an airplane in concrete form

If we have two more end of the world level fears in our lifetimes do we get the next one free, perhaps a cup of coffee? #promptcombo #apocalypse #poetry #tanka #poem #micropoem #micropoetry

Ronnie Smith@rfsmith.bsky.social · last wk.

#PromptCombo Thank you to Paul Brookes for last weeks excellent prompt. This week the theme is #Apocalyse and I present a cheery wee piece about the weather. Love to all. @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social @emteepoetry.bsky.social @janpsolivagant.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social

Poem - How it will be.

Thank you to @apricotpress.bsky.social for publishing two poems by me today (28th September). There's a reading of them by me as well as the poems on their website! #BlueSkyPoetry #poetrycommunity

Apricot Press@apricotpress.bsky.social · last wk.

‘We walk and walk…Suddenly there among the trees are two ponies.’ Emily Tee’s (@emteepoetry.bsky.social) beautiful poems, ‘On Encountering Wild Ponies on Exmoor’ and ‘Fear of Flying’, consider the hope found in the natural world, and in taking a leap of faith. apricotpress.co.uk/2026/09/28/o...