Aurelian Ashmore
@atashmore.bsky.social
I write dark fiction. I shape poetry.
Sometimes, I record echoes.
Read. Listen. Remember:
https://cultofashmore.com
Sometimes, I record echoes.
Read. Listen. Remember:
https://cultofashmore.com
crows scream far away
rain hammers on the old roof
time to say goodbye
†
#Haiku #Impermanence #CicadaCult #DarkPoetry #Ashmore #Decay
rain hammers on the old roof
time to say goodbye
†
#Haiku #Impermanence #CicadaCult #DarkPoetry #Ashmore #Decay
September 29, 2025 at 11:55 PM
crows scream far away
rain hammers on the old roof
time to say goodbye
†
#Haiku #Impermanence #CicadaCult #DarkPoetry #Ashmore #Decay
rain hammers on the old roof
time to say goodbye
†
#Haiku #Impermanence #CicadaCult #DarkPoetry #Ashmore #Decay
William Blake — The Sick Rose
“O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night…”
Read by Ashmore †
Full works and transmissions: cultofashmore.com
#WilliamBlake #TheSickRose #PoetryReading #DarkPoetry #SpokenWord #Shorts
“O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night…”
Read by Ashmore †
Full works and transmissions: cultofashmore.com
#WilliamBlake #TheSickRose #PoetryReading #DarkPoetry #SpokenWord #Shorts
September 23, 2025 at 8:46 PM
William Blake — The Sick Rose
“O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night…”
Read by Ashmore †
Full works and transmissions: cultofashmore.com
#WilliamBlake #TheSickRose #PoetryReading #DarkPoetry #SpokenWord #Shorts
“O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night…”
Read by Ashmore †
Full works and transmissions: cultofashmore.com
#WilliamBlake #TheSickRose #PoetryReading #DarkPoetry #SpokenWord #Shorts
Stephen Crane’s poem “In the desert,” read as ritual by Ashmore.
“In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial”
† Ashmore remembers.
† Ritual readings of poetry, fragments, and myth.
cultofashmore.com
#StephenCrane #PoetryReading #DarkPoetry #SpokenWord #Shorts
“In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial”
† Ashmore remembers.
† Ritual readings of poetry, fragments, and myth.
cultofashmore.com
#StephenCrane #PoetryReading #DarkPoetry #SpokenWord #Shorts
September 19, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Stephen Crane’s poem “In the desert,” read as ritual by Ashmore.
“In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial”
† Ashmore remembers.
† Ritual readings of poetry, fragments, and myth.
cultofashmore.com
#StephenCrane #PoetryReading #DarkPoetry #SpokenWord #Shorts
“In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial”
† Ashmore remembers.
† Ritual readings of poetry, fragments, and myth.
cultofashmore.com
#StephenCrane #PoetryReading #DarkPoetry #SpokenWord #Shorts
Maryellen Brady
Salt in Rain
“What was ME dissolves… Salt in Rain.”
@mebradyauthor.bsky.social
Read by Ashmore †
#maryellenbrady #poetryreading #darkpoetry #ritual #poetrycommunity #spokenword
Salt in Rain
“What was ME dissolves… Salt in Rain.”
@mebradyauthor.bsky.social
Read by Ashmore †
#maryellenbrady #poetryreading #darkpoetry #ritual #poetrycommunity #spokenword
September 16, 2025 at 8:23 PM
Maryellen Brady
Salt in Rain
“What was ME dissolves… Salt in Rain.”
@mebradyauthor.bsky.social
Read by Ashmore †
#maryellenbrady #poetryreading #darkpoetry #ritual #poetrycommunity #spokenword
Salt in Rain
“What was ME dissolves… Salt in Rain.”
@mebradyauthor.bsky.social
Read by Ashmore †
#maryellenbrady #poetryreading #darkpoetry #ritual #poetrycommunity #spokenword
Emily Dickinson
“I died for Beauty – but was scarce.”
Read by Ashmore †
Full works: cultofashmore.com
#darkpoetry #dickinson #poetry #horror #ritual
“I died for Beauty – but was scarce.”
Read by Ashmore †
Full works: cultofashmore.com
#darkpoetry #dickinson #poetry #horror #ritual
September 15, 2025 at 9:35 PM
Emily Dickinson
“I died for Beauty – but was scarce.”
Read by Ashmore †
Full works: cultofashmore.com
#darkpoetry #dickinson #poetry #horror #ritual
“I died for Beauty – but was scarce.”
Read by Ashmore †
Full works: cultofashmore.com
#darkpoetry #dickinson #poetry #horror #ritual
Every inch of land
grows its fables in mud.
Rootlike fingers—
dig deep, hold tight.
Look, up high—
young birds everywhere.
Summer is for dreaming;
winter cleans the sky.
Who remembers roots?
Ancient.
Still alive.
†
#ritualpoetry #darkpoetry #mythicpoetry #ancientroots #pagan
grows its fables in mud.
Rootlike fingers—
dig deep, hold tight.
Look, up high—
young birds everywhere.
Summer is for dreaming;
winter cleans the sky.
Who remembers roots?
Ancient.
Still alive.
†
#ritualpoetry #darkpoetry #mythicpoetry #ancientroots #pagan
July 29, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Every inch of land
grows its fables in mud.
Rootlike fingers—
dig deep, hold tight.
Look, up high—
young birds everywhere.
Summer is for dreaming;
winter cleans the sky.
Who remembers roots?
Ancient.
Still alive.
†
#ritualpoetry #darkpoetry #mythicpoetry #ancientroots #pagan
grows its fables in mud.
Rootlike fingers—
dig deep, hold tight.
Look, up high—
young birds everywhere.
Summer is for dreaming;
winter cleans the sky.
Who remembers roots?
Ancient.
Still alive.
†
#ritualpoetry #darkpoetry #mythicpoetry #ancientroots #pagan
The law of the stars:
What seems meaningful
is a rotten apple in the sun.
What seems fruitless
may yet change the young.
†
#ancient #wisdom #darkverse #ritual #poetry #transformation #mythic
What seems meaningful
is a rotten apple in the sun.
What seems fruitless
may yet change the young.
†
#ancient #wisdom #darkverse #ritual #poetry #transformation #mythic
July 9, 2025 at 7:32 PM
The law of the stars:
What seems meaningful
is a rotten apple in the sun.
What seems fruitless
may yet change the young.
†
#ancient #wisdom #darkverse #ritual #poetry #transformation #mythic
What seems meaningful
is a rotten apple in the sun.
What seems fruitless
may yet change the young.
†
#ancient #wisdom #darkverse #ritual #poetry #transformation #mythic
Water over my skull.
Washing away sorrow,
cleaning me of mold.
Preparing me for the stars.
I am ready for the shift.
Let me go.
†
#deathpoem #ritual #poetry #darkpoetry #fiction
(Photo: Polina Kuzovkova / Unsplash, modified by Ashmore)
Washing away sorrow,
cleaning me of mold.
Preparing me for the stars.
I am ready for the shift.
Let me go.
†
#deathpoem #ritual #poetry #darkpoetry #fiction
(Photo: Polina Kuzovkova / Unsplash, modified by Ashmore)
July 7, 2025 at 10:07 AM
Water over my skull.
Washing away sorrow,
cleaning me of mold.
Preparing me for the stars.
I am ready for the shift.
Let me go.
†
#deathpoem #ritual #poetry #darkpoetry #fiction
(Photo: Polina Kuzovkova / Unsplash, modified by Ashmore)
Washing away sorrow,
cleaning me of mold.
Preparing me for the stars.
I am ready for the shift.
Let me go.
†
#deathpoem #ritual #poetry #darkpoetry #fiction
(Photo: Polina Kuzovkova / Unsplash, modified by Ashmore)
June 29, 2025 at 7:44 PM
A letter from the son of trees.
Words:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/a-letter-f...
Audio:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/a-letter-f...
#nature #farewell #myth
Words:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/a-letter-f...
Audio:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/a-letter-f...
#nature #farewell #myth
June 15, 2025 at 6:44 PM
A letter from the son of trees.
Words:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/a-letter-f...
Audio:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/a-letter-f...
#nature #farewell #myth
Words:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/a-letter-f...
Audio:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/a-letter-f...
#nature #farewell #myth
The sixth demon chose me.
†
†
June 13, 2025 at 3:27 PM
The sixth demon chose me.
†
†
Deathspells from a dead womb.
Read it on Substack:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/deathspell...
#horror #darkpoetry #fantasy #ritual #fables #deathspells
#booksky
Read it on Substack:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/deathspell...
#horror #darkpoetry #fantasy #ritual #fables #deathspells
#booksky
June 5, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Deathspells from a dead womb.
Read it on Substack:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/deathspell...
#horror #darkpoetry #fantasy #ritual #fables #deathspells
#booksky
Read it on Substack:
cicadacult.substack.com/p/deathspell...
#horror #darkpoetry #fantasy #ritual #fables #deathspells
#booksky
You are the obstacle.
Let You go.
It becomes words.
No more borders.
†
#poetry #art #existentialism #ritual
Let You go.
It becomes words.
No more borders.
†
#poetry #art #existentialism #ritual
March 28, 2025 at 12:12 AM
You are the obstacle.
Let You go.
It becomes words.
No more borders.
†
#poetry #art #existentialism #ritual
Let You go.
It becomes words.
No more borders.
†
#poetry #art #existentialism #ritual
I write to heal. I write to escape this world, when it's tiring me. If you write, why are you?
#writing #introduction
#writing #introduction
March 7, 2025 at 12:34 PM
I write to heal. I write to escape this world, when it's tiring me. If you write, why are you?
#writing #introduction
#writing #introduction
March 5, 2025 at 7:20 AM