Catherine Baker
@catbake.bsky.social
Writer and editor in educational publishing.
the sun declining
a pale fire in the orchard
fly on homeward, crows
a pale fire in the orchard
fly on homeward, crows
January 17, 2026 at 10:01 PM
the sun declining
a pale fire in the orchard
fly on homeward, crows
a pale fire in the orchard
fly on homeward, crows
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January 15, 2026 at 11:56 PM
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January 17, 2026 at 8:03 AM
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July morning
soft breezes stir
dancing through window lace
in the back yard a bath
full of noise and fluster
full of birds
midday sun rounds the bend
clears the trees
sears a landing strip
on yellowing grass
the bubbles in her lemonade
begin to self destruct
#Vss365
#sear
#BlueSkyPoets
soft breezes stir
dancing through window lace
in the back yard a bath
full of noise and fluster
full of birds
midday sun rounds the bend
clears the trees
sears a landing strip
on yellowing grass
the bubbles in her lemonade
begin to self destruct
#Vss365
#sear
#BlueSkyPoets
January 17, 2026 at 8:45 AM
July morning
soft breezes stir
dancing through window lace
in the back yard a bath
full of noise and fluster
full of birds
midday sun rounds the bend
clears the trees
sears a landing strip
on yellowing grass
the bubbles in her lemonade
begin to self destruct
#Vss365
#sear
#BlueSkyPoets
soft breezes stir
dancing through window lace
in the back yard a bath
full of noise and fluster
full of birds
midday sun rounds the bend
clears the trees
sears a landing strip
on yellowing grass
the bubbles in her lemonade
begin to self destruct
#Vss365
#sear
#BlueSkyPoets
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January 17, 2026 at 11:10 AM
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Long ago
Met far away
On an endless plain
Far away
And Long ago
Sang once, sang again:
‘Long away
And far ago
Are the places
That we’ve been;
Far ago
And long away
And nowhere
In between’
Met far away
On an endless plain
Far away
And Long ago
Sang once, sang again:
‘Long away
And far ago
Are the places
That we’ve been;
Far ago
And long away
And nowhere
In between’
January 17, 2026 at 11:59 AM
Long ago
Met far away
On an endless plain
Far away
And Long ago
Sang once, sang again:
‘Long away
And far ago
Are the places
That we’ve been;
Far ago
And long away
And nowhere
In between’
Met far away
On an endless plain
Far away
And Long ago
Sang once, sang again:
‘Long away
And far ago
Are the places
That we’ve been;
Far ago
And long away
And nowhere
In between’
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January 17, 2026 at 1:44 PM
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January 17, 2026 at 4:02 PM
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January 17, 2026 at 6:46 PM
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January 17, 2026 at 5:21 AM
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January 17, 2026 at 5:34 AM
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back & forth along the lanes all afternoon (the guy runs the dump rolls his eyes & grins yr last trip of the day), pass fields of pinkfeeted geese (folded wings of slate & lime), skies glow indigo 15.00 (slide & rattle of shifting cargo)
January 17, 2026 at 8:46 PM
back & forth along the lanes all afternoon (the guy runs the dump rolls his eyes & grins yr last trip of the day), pass fields of pinkfeeted geese (folded wings of slate & lime), skies glow indigo 15.00 (slide & rattle of shifting cargo)
stilled waves of bramble
creeping out under the hedge
frilled edge of the sea
creeping out under the hedge
frilled edge of the sea
January 16, 2026 at 9:59 PM
stilled waves of bramble
creeping out under the hedge
frilled edge of the sea
creeping out under the hedge
frilled edge of the sea
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A walk over frosty fields, through sheltered woods to heap up more hay for the old horse. Asleep & swaying on her feet, I woke her gently. Over her shoulder, a young horse undid the front of his rug on the fence & shed it like a cloak, before galloping a victory lap, bucking & farting. We tutted.
January 14, 2026 at 3:52 PM
A walk over frosty fields, through sheltered woods to heap up more hay for the old horse. Asleep & swaying on her feet, I woke her gently. Over her shoulder, a young horse undid the front of his rug on the fence & shed it like a cloak, before galloping a victory lap, bucking & farting. We tutted.
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Twenty-eight curlews stabbing through the frost on the Police Scotland headquarters playing field.
January 16, 2026 at 9:56 AM
Twenty-eight curlews stabbing through the frost on the Police Scotland headquarters playing field.
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I’m moved and enchanted by this poem by Meghan O’Rourke from the latest @newyorker.com which came through the letterbox earlier and which is trying to stop me getting on with my writing. I shouldn’t have opened it!
January 16, 2026 at 11:09 AM
I’m moved and enchanted by this poem by Meghan O’Rourke from the latest @newyorker.com which came through the letterbox earlier and which is trying to stop me getting on with my writing. I shouldn’t have opened it!
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BETWEEN DRAFTS OF A POEM
At this border
The guards
Are never asleep.
They check your papers
And ask you
To go over the details
Again.
At this border
The guards
Are never asleep.
They check your papers
And ask you
To go over the details
Again.
January 16, 2026 at 2:08 PM
BETWEEN DRAFTS OF A POEM
At this border
The guards
Are never asleep.
They check your papers
And ask you
To go over the details
Again.
At this border
The guards
Are never asleep.
They check your papers
And ask you
To go over the details
Again.
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Now the clock, is gainly spinning; but in me, something stands still.
Though each wave, erodes the sandline; the sky above, shines ever blue.
In the earth, ancient diamonds are churning; yet none of them, out-age the soul.
#sijo
Though each wave, erodes the sandline; the sky above, shines ever blue.
In the earth, ancient diamonds are churning; yet none of them, out-age the soul.
#sijo
January 16, 2026 at 5:39 AM
Now the clock, is gainly spinning; but in me, something stands still.
Though each wave, erodes the sandline; the sky above, shines ever blue.
In the earth, ancient diamonds are churning; yet none of them, out-age the soul.
#sijo
Though each wave, erodes the sandline; the sky above, shines ever blue.
In the earth, ancient diamonds are churning; yet none of them, out-age the soul.
#sijo
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January 15, 2026 at 10:47 AM
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@dailyhaikuprompt.mastodon.world.ap.brid.gy
the clock ticks
mom’s chest rises, and falls
winter rain
#inkmine #sorrow #haiku #senryusunday
#senryu #dailyhaikuprompt
the clock ticks
mom’s chest rises, and falls
winter rain
#inkmine #sorrow #haiku #senryusunday
#senryu #dailyhaikuprompt
January 11, 2026 at 8:53 PM
@dailyhaikuprompt.mastodon.world.ap.brid.gy
the clock ticks
mom’s chest rises, and falls
winter rain
#inkmine #sorrow #haiku #senryusunday
#senryu #dailyhaikuprompt
the clock ticks
mom’s chest rises, and falls
winter rain
#inkmine #sorrow #haiku #senryusunday
#senryu #dailyhaikuprompt
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@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social for this week's #PromptCombo #TakingItUpstairs – from my @salopress.bsky.social book.
Haussmann was the chap who pretty much razed Paris in the 1800s under Napoleon, replacing the medieval street layout with vast boulevards and vistas.
Haussmann was the chap who pretty much razed Paris in the 1800s under Napoleon, replacing the medieval street layout with vast boulevards and vistas.
January 16, 2026 at 9:31 AM
@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social for this week's #PromptCombo #TakingItUpstairs – from my @salopress.bsky.social book.
Haussmann was the chap who pretty much razed Paris in the 1800s under Napoleon, replacing the medieval street layout with vast boulevards and vistas.
Haussmann was the chap who pretty much razed Paris in the 1800s under Napoleon, replacing the medieval street layout with vast boulevards and vistas.
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January 16, 2026 at 3:20 PM
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BLACK & WHITE HAIGA/HAISHA
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January 15, 2026 at 5:58 PM
BLACK & WHITE HAIGA/HAISHA
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