Kindly worded rejection from Poetry Ireland Review much appreciated.
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Kindly worded rejection from Poetry Ireland Review much appreciated.
Beach Finds
#Withernsea
Flower watercolour drawing
Watercolour and ink drawing of alstroemerias
#flowerart #watercolour
An expressive, non-realistic painting of a dark coloured mushroom cloud from a nuclear bomb on an orange background. Ruined buildings are painted in black and small figures curl up, run around and hold up protest placards saying ban the bomb.
Mushroom Cloud of the Nuclear Bomb by Winifred Deane c.1967 painted in the art therapy studio at Netherne hospital while she was compelled to live there.
Fears about & protests against nuclear proliferation are expressed by multiple people & feature in several works from The Adamson Collection
In Mytholmroyd for the Crossing Paths reading tonight with Richard Skinner Such a beautiful day! Here's the Rochdale canal by Hebden Bridge.
@blackcatpress.bsky.social
Ooh thank you I always forget it exists then it’s a joyful surprise 🌼
Daffodils with dark orange centres, planted in a swirly whirly pattern.
Whoever was in charge of planting these daffodils in a swirly whirly pattern could we please put them in charge of the world immediately.
I’m not sure who was first, or if I’d seen it before, but I sort of did mine with my own vibe I think! x
Blackout poetry rejection: Dear Laura McKee ive fort but ma final decision was evol suc a tory All best wishes The Editors
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Full yellow moon at dusk over telegraph wires.
Full yellow moon at dusk.
The full moon visiting our road.
Possible red tulips with yellow stamens by grey and red brick library wall and windows.
Flowers outside the library (an occasional series) being zingy af today.
Happy St David’s Day! 🌼
Beautiful! 💙
Yellow wildflower with shiny petals in longish green grass, lesser Celandine.
Lesser Celandine which I think of as blessed Celandine. #WildflowerHour
Pink wildflower with five petals and red stems, round leaf cranesbill.
Round leaf cranesbill pinking things up for #WildflowerHour
Sprays of white cherry plum blossom on an old tree, and blue sky for a day.
Cheery cherry plum blossom on an old tree with grey fissured bark, on a surprise day of blue sky and sunshine! Reflexed sepals and green new growth told me this was cherry plum. co-starring the enormous thumb. #WildflowerHour
Peace at last.
a granite statue of a man. he's smiling and has prominent cheeks. He seems rather jolly.
It is 60 cm (24 in) in height and shows the torso and head of a grotesque and brutish figure who crosses his body with his left arm to hold his right arm in what appears to be a ritualistic pose. The idol has a vulgar and gaping mouth, pierced nostrils and the stubs of what may be the ends of a horned helmet.
damn did this carved granite idol believed to represent Nuada Airgetlám fuck this archeologist's wife or what
A red and a white cabbage left on hot cross buns shelf.
When u are like oh no not cabbages it was hot cross buns I meant to get.
Well done the Greens! 🥬 💚
Submissions will be opening soon, 1 March. Free to submit (paid options for expedited response, feedback, extra submission). Free preview of current issue on our website. Submissions guidelines apply.
Prose, max 6k words
Poetry/Songs, max 3 pieces/pages
Art/Photos, max 5
Scripts, max 20 pages
Ravens Hiding in a Shoe Robert Bly There is something men and women living in houses Don’t understand. The old alchemists standing Near their stoves hinted at it a thousand times. Ravens at night hide in an old woman’s shoe. A four-year-old speaks some ancient language. We have lived our own death a thousand times. Each sentence we speak to friends means the opposite As well. Each time we say, “I trust in God,” it means God has already abandoned us a thousand times. Mothers again and again have knelt in church In wartime asking God to protect their sons, And their prayers were refused a thousand times. The baby loon follows the mother’s sleek Body for months. By the end of summer, she Has dipped her head into Rainy Lake a thousand times. Robert, you’ve wasted so much of your life Sitting indoors to write poems. Would you Do that again? I would, a thousand times.
"Each sentence we speak to friends means the opposite
As well. Each time we say, “I trust in God,” it means
God has already abandoned us a thousand times."
- Robert Bly
I just signed @friends-earth.bsky.social’s petition to demand the government protects us all from the impacts of extreme weather and the #ClimateEmergency. Add your name too! action.friendsoftheearth.uk/petition/tel...
Howdy. The deadline for the poetry competition is looming, albeit over there at the end of March. You can read more and enter via this here link. www.therialto.co.uk/pages/nature...
Now that makes the third time I’ve seen a kingfisher zoom up the river so tiny and bright! I support this royalty. Yes king!🤴
SQUIRRELS and other Fur Bearers. JOHN BURROUGHS Yellow cover with brown lettering, illustration of squirrel on branch of oak tree with acorns eating an acorn.
Book Cover of the Day:
When Mary Oliver said:
May I never not be frisky,
May I never not be risque.
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I have just sent a submission containing a sonnet, a sestina, a golden shovel, a blackout poem, a prose poem, and a common or garden poem. Am I a real poet now miss.
Well I just found out by pure fluke that @cafewriters.bsky.social poetry comp results are up on the website though I don't think announced on social media as yet. So if you entered here's the results!
www.cafewriters.co.uk/home/poetry-...
