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Jen Thorne
@jenthorne.bsky.social
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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!
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jenthorne.bsky.social
I enjoyed combining prompts yesterday so decided to challenge myself to do more today (I hope that's allowed).

#OurPoetryX #coloredlights

#BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP48 #twinedgarland

#vss365 #illicit

#WildWalkPrompt #Bush

Thank you to all for the great prompts.
The Shops The shops sit low, paint peeling, windows smeared with the breath of long nights. Neon hissing. Calling to the regulars. Testing cautious strangers. Inside, the air is thick. Cheap spirits, burnt grease, the shuffle of notes slipped under the counter. Illicit trades in whispers, a nod, a glance, and the door sighs shut again. Out back, behind the bins and broken pallets, the dark bushes rise tall, a wall of green that hides the ritual. They slip through, down into the hollow, garlands of smoke twining upward, eyes glazed, bodies folding into blackness. Coloured lights from the shop’s sign flicker against the leaves, not festive, not kind. A sick glow bleeding into the night. And the street goes on breathing, swallowing, forgetting, as the bushes keep their secrets and the shops wait for the next exchange.
December 11, 2025 at 1:29 PM
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madp03t.bsky.social
Born in the corner of a thought,
where light forgets to look.

Rules built the cage,
desire picked the lock.

#Illicit,
the pulse that knows better,
yet moves closer.

Truth hides best in dark places,
but always leaves a mark.

#vss365 #poetry #5amwritersclub #writing #poetrylovers
December 11, 2025 at 12:41 PM
jenthorne.bsky.social
#Emoetry #Cautious
I live a Quiet Life I'm not one for adventure. Danger doesn't thrill me it makes me swear. It's enough adrenaline for me, just walking downstairs. I've not travelled the world. I can watch it on a screen, safely sat in my chair. I panic about catching a bus, planes I couldn't bear. I don't like trying new foods. I like textures and flavours I can manage to eat without fanfare. Always knowing there are allergens lurking everywhere. I'm the opposite of competitive. When it comes to winning, I don't have a prayer. A cheerer from the sidelines, So glory I forswear. I'm not a bold or exciting person. Living my life day after day, quietly with care. Cocooning myself from a scary world in comforting knitwear.
December 10, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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madp03t.bsky.social
Today I thought I would try combining three writing #prompts (listed below) into a #Huitain poem.

#Bewitched from #vss365
#Tin from #vssdaily
#Veins from #wildwalkprompt

#poem #poetry #writing #prompt #poetrylovers
#blueskypoetry #poetrycommunity
A Huitain poem written and copyright (c) 2025 by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). All Rights Reserved. Storm hush gathers along the distant ridge loose tin murmurs under shifting cloud light drifts slowly beyond the open ridge fallen grass leans low as winds grow loud a faint bewitched calm moves through the shroud soil reveals veins tracing secret lines rain holds back, pacing the waiting crowd storm shapes settle into muted signs
December 10, 2025 at 2:38 PM
jenthorne.bsky.social
I don't seem to see all of the posts of people I follow in my 'following' thread (tab?). Is this normal, or am I doing something wrong?
December 10, 2025 at 2:34 PM
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madp03t.bsky.social
Whether you use an image to share your #writing or #poetry, or simply an included #image to enhance what you're sharing, please remember to provide ALT TEXT. It's a nice way to include those who use screen readers.
madp03t.bsky.social Eric @madp03t.bsky.social · Nov 4
#Writers & #Poets: When sharing your words as an image, please remember to include ALT TEXT. People who use screen readers can’t access the words otherwise.

#altText isn’t just a tech detail. It’s part of making your art readable to everyone.

If your #words matter, so does how you #share them.
December 10, 2025 at 2:06 PM
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owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
locked
inside
my closed eyes
some stars
constellating
shutting out
the leviathan waltz
shadow-swirling outside

#SenseWrds
Prompt 156 Quiet Dazzling Mercy
#Oulens
#blueskypoets #blueskypoetry
#poetrycommunity #poems #poetry
December 10, 2025 at 2:19 PM
jenthorne.bsky.social
Three prompts aligned today (and if I'm doing three, it can be extra long!)

#WIPSnips #Pipe
@WIPSnips.bsky.social

#poetryprompt #MPPrompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social

#promptcombo #Memorial
@rfsmith.bsky.social
The Pipe I was asked if I wanted anything to remember him by. I was young, but I knew it was the pipe I wanted. Not the blackened walnut bowl he smoked each day, but the delicate clay stem, saved for walks across the fields. When I trudged in mud at his knee, wrapped in cherry blossom smoke, listening to stories of the mines that seemed as deep as the pond where we sat on the fallen log, his voice carrying the weight of earth. Time upon time, I opened the box, lifted the pipe to my lips, tasting this hollow reminder, tasting cherries, tasting him. But the flavour has thinned, slipped away like smoke dissolving in air, and my memories of him. Only fragments remain, a pair of overalls, the flutter of pigeons, the pipe itself, a vessel of residual life. The past tastes faint, but still it lingers, dust on the tongue, love pressed into clay.
December 10, 2025 at 10:12 AM
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jenthorne.bsky.social
#MPPrompt
December 7, 2025 at 3:24 PM
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fiftywords.bsky.social
This #vss365 was written on St David’s day and based on his famous quote
Gwnewch y pethau bychain (Do the little things) The world presses in, too much, too fast, thoughts tangle like brambles, news scrolls on without end. Step outside. Feel the air shift against your skin, watch how the trees move, not in urgency, but in time. Breathe. A bird lifts, a river shapes the land without force, the sky does not ask to be noticed, yet it holds everything. Do the little things. Place your hands on the earth, drink slowly, let silence settle where it will. Not everything must be carried
December 9, 2025 at 10:25 AM
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fizzytwizler.bsky.social
Seeking #consolation empty
Of constellations in eyes
Void like craters swallow pride
Again punctured ribcage sighs
Hit after hit like a zombie still tries

#vss365
December 9, 2025 at 8:30 AM
jenthorne.bsky.social
#RetroArtPrompt #House/Chains #writing #writingcommunity
@artbyseranya.bsky.social
Chains Echoes of prisons, of binding, of wrists rubbed raw, of houses where we are not welcome, doors that exclude us from entry. But not all chains chafe. Some sing, link to link, a soft chorus of belonging. Not forged by force, but shaped by hands that choose each other. Alone, a loop is nothing; together, they build worlds. Each one a hero, each valued the same. Sometimes we are strongest not when we break free, but when we understand The part we play in the chain.
December 9, 2025 at 8:48 AM
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emmapurshouse.bsky.social
Delighted that my latest poetry collection 'Unsung' has covered it's publishing costs. This is no mean feat as it only came out at the beginning of September. It is a genuine worry that a small press's investment in my work doesn't pay off for them...or worse, causes them to have to stand a loss.
December 9, 2025 at 7:20 AM
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forestbathers.bsky.social
#wildwalkprompt

Robert the Bruce
Understood
Scotland's future
In the strength
Of a spider
Try, try, try again
December 8, 2025 at 7:48 PM
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jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
Hi Ronnie @rfsmith.bsky.social
Hope you have had a good day. Thanks for #promptcombo #memorial. I've been wanting to write this one for six months...
December 8, 2025 at 7:29 PM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#PromptCombo #Memorial #stornello #poem
@rfsmith.bsky.social

when I was in hospital I watched a chap have his loved ones do this whilst he was still having problems (out of fear I guess). The chap pulled through but really mostly he just needed support. I played chess with him.
December 8, 2025 at 3:24 PM
jenthorne.bsky.social
I had to write about my favourite #Memorial for this week's #PromptCombo from @rfsmith.bsky.social.

And @daveashleypoet.bsky.social is to thank for the for #stornello form.
Freda's Grave On Cannock Chase the heather sways in sorrow,                            Freda lies still, no dawn for her tomorrow,                              Yet love endures, and memory we borrow.                                                   She marched with them through mud and mortar fire,  Mascot of hope, her trust did not expire,  Her loyal heart would lift their spirits higher.    Now horses, pigeons, donkeys, and dogs are named,  Each sacrifice in our silence is proclaimed,  Their courage shines through as history is framed.  Freda's Grave. A stone memorial for a dog, who served in WW1, surrounded by flowers.
December 8, 2025 at 4:38 PM
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jenthorne.bsky.social
#SenseWrds

Prompt 155: Buildings Curious Fluttering

#blueskypoets #blueskypoetry
#poetrycommunity #poems #poetry
Bat Among the Lights Once, weathered barns leaned with beams whispering to the wind. Fields were midnight seas, and trees stretched their arms to cradle the night. Now the earth is parcelled with concrete, hedgerows clipped into obedience. The dark fractured by streetlights, blooming too bright. The bat drifts through this geometry of glass and brick, its wings brushing halos, its hunger met by moths circling the false moons. It's plentifully fed, yet carries in its bones the taste of muted evenings, the weight of stars unchallenged, the vastness of the black before it was tamed. Its flight is a lament, an elegy for what is gone, a shadow threading progress, thriving, yet haunted, by simpler days. Dreaming of a world it cannot return to, even as it flourishes in the light we have made.
December 8, 2025 at 12:58 AM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#Stornello time of the year. An Italian tercel form. 11 syllables, aaa rhyme... sound easy .. does it? Can it be?

#stornello rules below

www.writersdigest.com/write-better...
Stornello: Poetic Forms
Poetic Form Fridays are made to share various poetic forms. This week, we look at the stornello, an Italian tercet form.
www.writersdigest.com
December 8, 2025 at 12:46 PM
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madp03t.bsky.social
Settle in your breath I do.
Over your silence I climb.
Low I wait by your pulse.
In corners your light forgets.
Linger I will, close as heat.
Open you are when you speak.
Quick your hush becomes mine.
Under your skin I listen.
Yield you do, without meaning to.

#vss365 #soliloquy #poetry #acrostic
December 8, 2025 at 10:06 AM
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oyoguhito.bsky.social
‘entreat’ a new poem

baitthelines.blogspot.com
entreat you have entered my body from the tips of my toes to the last hair on my head you have consumed me we are burning brighter than the supernova that made us the waters above the earth are flowing in my eyes unstoppable magma fingers consume the world the vibrations of our hearts the songs of the spheres have consumed us sparking scions of tomorrow each with a seed of our truth then like a candle flickering in time’s night although thought unquenchable it will be quenched alas returns to its haunt a lone clock ticks at the incongruity of half a pendulum’s stark frankness
December 8, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
Hi @rfsmith.bsky.social Ronnie. Here's my first response to your contemplative #promptcombo #Memorial:
A Memory's Eye rise after a darkness of eye down. Unseen is an ending, a grieving. When seen absence is still the rising of the eyelids flow of glint and glower. Clarity sharpens like eye light through clouds, begins the ending times, memorial brightness sets alight fresh greenery. Recall's landscape renewed in its ancient everyday rest and unrest.
December 8, 2025 at 10:21 AM
jenthorne.bsky.social
December 8, 2025 at 9:29 AM
jenthorne.bsky.social
#SenseWrds

Prompt 155: Buildings Curious Fluttering

#blueskypoets #blueskypoetry
#poetrycommunity #poems #poetry
Bat Among the Lights Once, weathered barns leaned with beams whispering to the wind. Fields were midnight seas, and trees stretched their arms to cradle the night. Now the earth is parcelled with concrete, hedgerows clipped into obedience. The dark fractured by streetlights, blooming too bright. The bat drifts through this geometry of glass and brick, its wings brushing halos, its hunger met by moths circling the false moons. It's plentifully fed, yet carries in its bones the taste of muted evenings, the weight of stars unchallenged, the vastness of the black before it was tamed. Its flight is a lament, an elegy for what is gone, a shadow threading progress, thriving, yet haunted, by simpler days. Dreaming of a world it cannot return to, even as it flourishes in the light we have made.
December 8, 2025 at 12:58 AM
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thebrokenspine.co.uk
Tinsel hides nothing.
This Friday: #PoemsAbout #YouShouldntHave — the gifts that sting, the smiles that lie, the obligation dressed as generosity.
Start Friday. Don’t post early.
Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text. Prompts every Saturday: shorturl.at/0Xm7A
A Christmas tree dimly lit with warm white fairy lights stands in a dark, moody room. Beneath it, wrapped gifts in muted gold and silver sit untouched. The Broken Spine logo appears top left; "@thebrokenspine.co.uk" sits top right. Bottom right reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #YOUSHOULDNTHAVE".
December 7, 2025 at 4:00 PM