Francesca L Rolle

@francesca-laura.bsky.social

Art. Nature. Poetry. Life. She/Her.

Most of the time, her o’s were o’s, but on days when the wind came up hard, she couldn’t help slipping into her mother’s voice. "It’s getting #stormy outside", she'd say with the "a" where the "o" ought to be. She’d catch herself, feel that old flicker of embarrassment, and then miss her. #vss365

Something I just found in my notes... Unfurling, hastened, By thick eyes, Scratching beneath the surface, Of skin slick with salt, Sweat and tears mingling, To form a crust, That cracks at the slightest touch, Revealing raw, red emotion, A warning flag, A sentinel of fear #Poetry #WIP

That time of year again. You close the curtains earlier each evening. You want something warm, nourishing. Wave twenty-seven of @iamb.uk has got you. Make a nest on the sofa, pull the blankets around you, and settle down with 45 poems read by their authors. iamb.uk/index/wave/27

wave twenty-seven | autumn 2026 | iamb ~ poetry seen and heard

Hear the poets of wave 27 of literary poetry journal iamb read their poems for autumn 2026 .

iamb.uk

Anxiety, shallow breaths, lumpy catches in the throat, at the solar plexus, unmoored weightlessness of lung & head, the body paradoxically rooted, yet unable to find repose, mind flitting across preoccupations, not knowing where to focus yet focused on itself, preying on itself, is our condition now

I recently realised that one of my favourite tropes is "self-entitled people get their comeuppance". In fiction and non-fiction. In films and series. In life. Actually, in everything.