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Jen Thorne

@jenthorne.bsky.social

"Delightfully bleak." In real life, I'm a working mother of two, with a boring job in IT. On here, I am a poet, writer, artist, and crafter! Member of the #PoetsOfDoom crew. Member of the #PromptCombo team.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 2d ago

#vss365 #tend #poetry #blueskypoets I said what I said. Here is a #poem...

Happy Hour

I didn't intend to offend.
I normally don't tend to engage
So animatedly on topics of minutiae.
I will admit to overreacting a tad.
Yes yes, no one has the right to
Act as foolishly as I did.
I didn't want to accuse the waitress,
So I felt the kitchen was the best
Platform for my protest.
I understand the civil summons.
I do.
While there is no excuse for my behavior,
My behavior does not excuse their
behavior.
Fried mushrooms come with Marinara sauce.
People who serve them with ranch are psychopaths.

Kunal 🌅@poetickunal.bsky.social · 2h ago

My 2nd entry for the #PoetsofDoom #Prompt of #writing a #TankaPuente Crew: @jenthorne.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social #poetry #poem #tanka #haiku #writesky 📚 💙 #micropoetry

M. Daniel Smith (mdanielsmith.com)@mdanielsmith.bsky.social · 5h ago

Easy to lie, In supine pose, alone in one's shadow, formed of questioning doubt. Harder to stand, face to the wind. To bend will to want and drown out the din of other's faint shouts. I can. I will. I know I must. Alone in my effort, with someone I trust.

Steve Westby @stevewestby.bsky.social · 6h ago

Humiliated was it worst when i married and my ex refused to dance or perhaps when teenage me bought flowers stood upon her porch in earnest naivete maybe that moment the cats walked in staring at our strange contortions when, clearly, it was breakfast #emoetry

Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 5h ago

@madp03t.bsky.social this is an old one, but it fits and I've been busy! I will try harder I promise! @sonnetsmith.bsky.social don't get angry at me again this time, it's only a poem and I did understand that sometimes he just forgot! 💚 #AmpersandAfterDark #Poetry

Care Instructions

I see you forgot the fabric softener again.

I only mention it because I’ve just towelled myself
dry with sandpaper, and my jumper is scraping at my arms.

I only mention it because my skin is chafing
against these tree‑bark jeans,
and the barnacle vest I’m wearing
is pressing glass shards into my back.

I see you forgot the fabric softener again.

I only mention it because I’ve said it before,
how the drawer needs to be filled
to the second line so I don’t itch,
so I can stand to be clothed.

I only mention it because it seems like such a small thing,
an easy way to show me you hear me,
that you care.
Or that you don’t.

Eric Montgomery@madp03t.bsky.social · 3d ago

#AmpersandAfterDark #prompt for 08-02-2026: An important detail must be overlooked. Be sure to tag @madp03t.bsky.socialand use the hashtag so I can find your post. #prompt #poetry #blueskypoetry #writesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #fictionwriters #poets #creativewriting

Jude @jude-brucemoll.bsky.social · 6h ago

#promptcombo #stand @jenthorne.bsky.social Last stand, perhaps

Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉@ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 6h ago

For #Cassiopeian #inks some #poetry @yeehawpoems.bsky.social

extinct extinktion

ink blossoms
under my dermis
strange blue flowers
infinite petals

escaped the endless
cycle — safe from heat
and storms

my arms have
become
weird fleshy meadows
inhabitated by
trees of life
and feeding
hummingbirds

extinction is now
extinct — at least
my skin won't
sing its song
anymore as I
have turned into
a living mural

Francis H Powell writer and poet @fhpowellwriter.bsky.social · 7h ago

#vss365 #prompt #chaos

@scoopskie.bsky.social · 23h ago

#vssdaily #slab #writingcommunity #poetry

Whistlertim @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 13h ago

#ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity

The fox crosses white fields,
a streak of copper
slipping through the frozen grass.

In the quiet rooms of sleep,
cold berries gather in cedar boxes.

The dream turns on a pivot of wind,
a shadow passes—
not quite waking,
not quite dreaming—
just the brush of a tail
against the winter stalks,
that, melting,
might reveal him to the dawn.

Paul Brookes @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social · 12h ago

Welcome To The Starbeck Orion Summer Feast 50 Days Of Poetry & Artwork. Day Thirty-Six featuring writing group Sheffield Spammers. Today explore the work of Florence Brown and Ann Brownless the880.substack.com/p/welcome-to...

Welcome To The Starbeck Orion Summer Feast 50 Days Of Poetry & Artwork. Day Thirty-Six featuring writing group Sheffield Spammers. Today explore the work of Florence Brown and Ann Brownless

A Feast

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Dave Ashley @daveashleypoet.bsky.social · 7h ago

#tanka something #poetsofdoom #hideandseek #poem currently I am looking for my grey hoodie!!

Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 11h ago

Mountain grasping for Stars, teased by the wind, the moon Turns away, abashed. #AugustAnarchy #haiku #poem #writing #writingcommunity @daveashleypoet.bsky.social

Dave Ashley@daveashleypoet.bsky.social · 11h ago

#AugustAnarchy Write whatever you feel Your prompt

Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 11h ago

Tiny fiddler, Grasshopper playing his tune, Joined by multitudes. #WildWalkPrompt #grasshopper #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @sonnetsmith.bsky.social

EchoGnomics @echognomics.bsky.social · 11h ago

@daveashleypoet.bsky.social #AugustAnarchy Above the sleepy village, the heavens turmoiled, and in an unlit bonfire a pointing hand formed to warn- Night fell and the Milky Way ran thickly, a cosmic river where new suns surged forth into supernovas. Only he saw that celestial anguish. Only he.

Fiftywords @fiftywords.bsky.social · 10h ago

I wouldn’t normally post things like this but this is a very perceptive, though not uncritical, review of my latest collection

they have stood on a touchline
in the rain
waiting for a match that may never start. Dermot Murphy's The Language of Place understands exactly that.
This is
not a book
about winning All-Irelands or
celebrating
sporting
heroes, although famous
victories and
figures
legendary
make
their
appearances. Instead, it is a meditation on what Gaelic games mean to Ireland itself: to villages, parishes, families,
emigrants
and memory.
Organised around Ireland's
32 counties, with a series of reflective poems linking the sections, Murphy attempts something
surprisingly
ambitious.
Each
becomes
county
less
a
sporting
historv than an emotiona. landscape. The poems rarely concern themselves with
scores or statistics.
Rather,
they
explore
belonging,
resilience,
disappointment,
identity and continuity -the invisible threads that bind communities together long after the final whistle.
That approach gives the collection
its
distinctive
character. Readers expecting page after page of nostalgic sporting verse may initially be surprised
how
restrained
many of the
poems are. Murphy is less interested in dramatic match reports than in the quieter moments:
volunteer
repainting pitch markings, the parent washing jerseys, the long drive home after defeat, or the child picking up a hurley for the first time.
It is in these ordinary rituals that he locates the true soul of Gaelic games.
His background perhaps explains
this sensitivity.
Having worked as a social worker,
management
consultant and now within hospice
care
supporting
young
adults
with life-
limiting conditions, Murpay writes with an awareness of human vulnerability that
frequently
elevates
these
podma nee nd sport area
endurance
shared
memory
recur throughout
the collection without ever becoming sentimental.
Some
of the strongest
pieces are the poems that
step away from
individual
counties altogether.
Ash,
which
traces
the
transformation of the ash tree into the making of a hurley, is among the book's finest achievements.

Peter J. King @rock-rex.bsky.social · 10h ago

"Vincent van Gogh (1853–1890)" From "Last Words", a sequence of poems each starting with the last words (sometimes apocryphal) of a well-known person. #poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #lastwords #vangogh #augustanarchy

Dave Ashley@daveashleypoet.bsky.social · 11h ago

#AugustAnarchy Write whatever you feel Your prompt

Winter Ives @winterives.bsky.social · 9h ago

Strange how that leading light led me towards you one moment defined in opulent streaks of time Your face a map of all the places I’ve never been How fast you travelled through me, how lightly you left as any shooting star not meant to last. #AugustAnarchy #poetry #writing #starrynight

Dave Ashley@daveashleypoet.bsky.social · 11h ago

#AugustAnarchy Write whatever you feel Your prompt

Brian Bilston @brianbilston.bsky.social · 9h ago

My show ‘How to Lay an Egg with a Horse Inside’ is coming to Edinburgh for the last week of this year’s Fringe (24-30 Aug). #edfringe If you think you can make it through an hour of poetry, you can get tickets here: www.edfringe.com/tickets/what...

A poster advertising my show at this year’s fringe - 24-30 August in the Ballroom at the Assembly Rooms.

𓂀 𓆗Jay𓆗𓂀 @kitchenraptorj.bsky.social · 9h ago

#poem #AugustAnarchy #love #relationship #poetry #skypoet #bluejaypoems #poet

Green swirls fill my eyes
Cerulean crashes into you
We swallow each other's cries
In the dark

I venture into stormy weather—
Hope my stitches
Will keep us together

Bound in place
My seams begin
To split
As limbs lace

I shouldn't waste my breath
Inside your mouth
Every kiss
A little death

By morning
We're bruises:
Green fading into blue

Dave Ashley@daveashleypoet.bsky.social · 11h ago

#AugustAnarchy Write whatever you feel Your prompt

yeehaw poems 🌱@yeehawpoems.bsky.social · 8h ago

Yay for Wednesdays! The theme for this week is .. #inks 🫟 #Cassiopeian is a #weekly #prompt for #poetry #photography #collage #art and #resistance Feel free to tag me so I don't miss your piece due to occasionally glitchy tags.

Some sort of reddish berries and flowers cast against the light sky

Dave Ashley @daveashleypoet.bsky.social · 8h ago

#Cassiopeian #inks #poem #freeverse #writingcommunity @yeehawpoems.bsky.social

Dave Ashley @daveashleypoet.bsky.social · 7h ago

and just because I said I'd write something alarming #PoetsOfDoom #tanka rinkydinky #mask #poem @jenthorne.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social

Lin Hart @poetry-with-hart.bsky.social · 8h ago

An incomplete part to my interlinked haibun breakup story. Rewriting it from scratch. This falls towards the end. Still needs more meat and a title, but otherwise enjoy. Best wishes 🤗 #wipwednesday #haibun #promptcombo #poetry #6amwritersclub

Standing in February ocean waters, ankle deep pain till it's numb. The shot of Eureka moment, then the tides take me away piece by piece. I let you in, only to let you go. But where to go from here? You looked back, no sadness nor malice, just as witness to the end of us. I become a pillar of salt, now returning to the sea.

I have become air,
and salt slipping shells of what
we might have been, once.

Dave Ashley @daveashleypoet.bsky.social · 8h ago

this is for the flash fiction writing crowd which I know some of you are. #writing #flashfiction

Penstricken@penstricken.bsky.social · 8h ago

Time’s running out to win our biggest ever prize of £100 + your #flashfiction published in our 1,000-Word Story Competition. We still(!) haven't reached the 100 entry cap and MUST close this competition 30th Aug, meaning your odds of winning are actually pretty darn good – but only if you enter.