Music blogger dedicated to unearthing unknown, unheard and unbelievable bands, Find my words at https://besttuna.blogspot.com/ Glastonbury Emerging Talent Competition Judge 2011-2025 and @freshnet moderator. Also write poems no-one reads.
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#vss365
Pause
quietus:
I found it
in the dictionary
between
quieten
and
quite.
A dark little scritch
in the alphabet,
as though language itself
had briefly paused
mid-breath.
#quietus
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Pause
quietus:
I found it
in the dictionary
between
quieten
and
quite.
A dark little scritch
in the alphabet,
as though language itself
had briefly paused
mid-breath.
#quietus
#poetrycommunity
#writingcommunity
#writerscommunity
#poetry
It's been a while since I posted anything for @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #fragmentsfriday
@matthewmcsmith.bsky.social
The Attic Bee
In the attic's wheezelung,
among beamshadow
and tarnishlings,
a bee licks yeardust
from mothwounds.
#writerscommunity
#poetrycommunity
#writingcommunity
#vss365
With the announcement of Hockney's death today I wrote a tribute poem which unfortunately doesn't fit the restrictions of social media. The full poem is in the image, RIP David the world feels less splashy today.
#consuming
#writerscommunity
#writingcommunity
#poetrycommunity
#popart
#vss365
With the announcement of Hockney's death today I wrote a tribute poem which unfortunately doesn't fit the restrictions of social media. The full poem is in the image, RIP David the world feels less splashy today.
#consuming
#writerscommunity
#writingcommunity
#poetrycommunity
#popart
#vss365
Paddling
the dawn shore holds
its weight.
inside the pool,
water learns the instep’s curve,
memorises the small bones.
outlines loosen in the gravel.
flesh settles into glaze,
until the heel
is a rumour
passed from
ripple
to
ripple.
#dawn
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#writerscommunity
#poem
#writing
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Flourbidden
On the kitchen table
a sticky lunar afterfilm
clings where the light goes sour.
Beside it,
the word
forbidden
sifted through flour,
the strokes still warm
from a hand unrecognised.
#forbidden
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What Wakes Beneath?
deadfall
deadfall catch it small
catch it
before it learns to crawl
catch it
before its little teeth
start growing roots
beneath
beneath
deadfall
deadfall too late,
oh,
oh
what’s that stirring
in the old scarecrow?
#deadfall
#vss365
What Wakes Beneath?
deadfall
deadfall catch it small
catch it
before it learns to crawl
catch it
before its little teeth
start growing roots
beneath
beneath
deadfall
deadfall too late,
oh,
oh
what’s that stirring
in the old scarecrow?
#deadfall
Joint 2nd place on #fragmentsfriday @thedevilstuna.bsky.social and Regine Ebner
🥈 🥈
#poetry #poem #poetrylovers #bees #moths #nature
