Hannah Flynn
@hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
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🩷💜💙 Poet | 🧬 Science Editor ✍️ #Haiku / #Senryu -a-day feed. Maybe some #haibun and #haiga. #dailyhaikuprompt Liminal bodies Political as personal synonyms for love and war debut microchap available July + August only 🔗 https://linktr.ee/hannahflynn_poetry
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"your inevitable flesh dam-burst / expensive Max Factor overlay / collagen aesthetic facial zing/ teeth straight as xylophone keys."

Stretched Out of Shape by @rotherwrites.bsky.social features in the current issue of Six.
Six 01: Autumn 2025
Liminal poems on womanhood for the autumn equinox
sixpoetryjournal.substack.com
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Delighted to hear that my poem 'Moeritherium' has received a Best of the Net nomination!

Published by the wonderful @whaleroadreview.bsky.social, it was inspired by this model in the Natural History Museum 💙
Moeritherium

After walking beneath blue whale bones
and following the loops of mammoth tusks,

I linger near an unsuspecting model:
the squat, shapely form of a moeritherium.

Indirect ancestor of elephants and sea cows,
all Eocene curves with soft, painted eyes.

The grey egg of her body is dwarfed
by stockier relatives, but she seems

to float in front of me, goddess of buoyancy,
the spirit of the semi-aquatic. I admire her

womb-shaped face, her stubby trunk, which
is touch-whitened from decades of petting,

but resist the urge to reach out. I am content
with our closeness, the shared beauty

of those without descendants.
hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
"Some days I borrow my mother’s body / to see how much she had to love a man / to make a thing like me."

It’s a girl by Rowan Tate is featured in the latest issue of Six.
Six 01: Autumn 2025
Liminal poems on womanhood for the autumn equinox
sixpoetryjournal.substack.com
hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
"The doctor is worried. Mm / is the only sound she lets me make / so I mm her at regular intervals / like someone lulling a baby."

On Mother’s Day I Listen to My Mother, by Amber Krogel is featured in Six. Liminal poems for the autumn equinox.
Six 01: Autumn 2025
Liminal poems on womanhood for the autumn equinox
sixpoetryjournal.substack.com
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I really enjoyed reading through these in my inbox #Poetry
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🍂 Our Autumn issue is now LIVE 🍂

The first issue of Six has hit inboxes. You can also read it here:

sixpoetryjournal.substack.com/p/six-01autu...

Many thanks to our wonderful contributors, Zita Murányi, Laurie Koensgen, Amber Krogel, Chisom Okoronkwo, Rowan Tate and
@rotherwrites.bsky.social
Six 01: Autumn 2025
Liminal poems on womanhood for the autumn equinox
sixpoetryjournal.substack.com
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"I offered sorry instead of push. / When she tore him from her womb, / I learnt what it meant to be a woman."

Woman in Labour by Chisom Okoronkwo is featured in Six. Liminal poems for the autumn equinox.
Six 01: Autumn 2025
Liminal poems on womanhood for the autumn equinox
sixpoetryjournal.substack.com
hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
"they transform into an origami egret, / battered by the wind, collapsing in the palm / of your hand, its beak gently piercing the broken air."

Folded handkerchiefs by Zita Murányi featured in the inaugural issue of Six. Liminal poems for the equinox.
Six 01: Autumn 2025
Liminal poems on womanhood for the autumn equinox
sixpoetryjournal.substack.com
hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
"Purple veins in chicken / thighs that writhe, even when / the flesh is overboiled: / I fling those grisly bastards / back into the broth to give it / the potential of a potion."

Things I eat to make me strong: by Laurie Koensgen featured in Six.
Six 01: Autumn 2025
Liminal poems on womanhood for the autumn equinox
sixpoetryjournal.substack.com
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rotherwrites.bsky.social
It's a rare recognition of the impact of your writing when it features as one of only six.

Welcome the first issue of Six, a microjournal for poems on womanhood in all its awkward liminality.

Thank you @hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social for allowing me to reflect on the female experience.
hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
🍂 Our Autumn issue is now LIVE 🍂

The first issue of Six has hit inboxes. You can also read it here:

sixpoetryjournal.substack.com/p/six-01autu...

Many thanks to our wonderful contributors, Zita Murányi, Laurie Koensgen, Amber Krogel, Chisom Okoronkwo, Rowan Tate and
@rotherwrites.bsky.social
Six 01: Autumn 2025
Liminal poems on womanhood for the autumn equinox
sixpoetryjournal.substack.com
hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
The first issue of Six goes out in less than an hour, to coincide with the autumn equinox.

Subscribe to get it in your inbox: sixpoetryjournal.substack.com
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How lonely must a
Silent planet be? Empty
Of life, vacuums suck.
#PoemsAbout #SilentPlanet #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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@thebrokenspine.co.uk
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Matrix comes from the Latin for womb, mother, source. This poem is not about absence, but the silence of listening. Not gone, only unheard.
She waits. She pulses. We forgot how to hear her.
#PoemsAbout #SilentPlanets @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
I have spent the past 48h reading poems about the liminality of womanhood, and yet, I still had a lot of space for this! Really enjoyed it.
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#Poemsabout #SilentPlanets
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
#Prompters #SilentPlanets

Drifters

We grift like silent
planets in our shared bedroom
orbiting our space—
where touch once lived holiness
gravity grows hollow.

#poetry #5AMWritersClub #art
#tanka #skypoets #arw-raw
hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
An oft-touched upon subject, excellently well executed.
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✨ The first issue of Six drops on the equinox Mon 22 Sept 2025 7:19 pm

It’s full of #poems about womanhood in all its forms.

If you want it in your inbox the moment it goes live, subscribe here: sixpoetryjournal.substack.com

Come with us from the very start — Six is only just beginning.
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🌒 The equinox approaches.
Submissions to Six close at midnight tomorrow night 17 September.
Six poems only will be chosen. One could be yours.

📩 Send up to 3 poems to [email protected]
🔗 in bio for more details.
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The latest issue of the @theargylelitmag.bsky.social is about one of my favourite topics: Food!

It features two of my #poems, "Butter" and "Lasagne": a gastronomic exploration of my experiences of 'dinner party' politics in the north and south of England.

www.theargylelitmag.com/theme-04-gas...
A picture of a slice of pie, above text reading: Two Poems, Poetry by Hannah Flynn, "You took me to your nan's house once. / She made us apple crumble and butter pie. / She was horrified I didn't want custard.
hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
This is bleakly gorgeous, though I do wonder how he didn't light the paper on fire?
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Poem 205: He Was a Reclusive Sort - a rewrite and edit of a poem I wrote a couple of years ago, presented here for #PoemsAbout #Candlelight, a marvellous prompt from @alanparrywriter.co.uk at @thebrokenspine.co.uk
I'll be reposting and commenting later.
#poetrycommunity #poetsofbluesky #poetry
Screenshot of my poem in the Apple Notes app, the date and time of writing of this version are at the top of the note - I actually wrote an earlier version back in October '23.

He Was a Reclusive Sort

The milkman only ever saw
His empties, and a weekly cheque 
Tucked into the neck of a bottle 

Neighbours spotted 
His flickering silhouette 
Uplit by a solitary candle
As he scribbled furiously
In a notebook, and wondered
‘What’s he writing?’

The milkman raised the alarm
When there hadn’t been a cheque 
For the last couple of weeks
The milk remained untouched 
Cottage cheesy in the summer heat

A burly policeman
Took a shoulder to the front door
The smell smacked them
With a soft, sick fist
The reclusive sort would 
Scribble no more: his still form 
Surrounded by notebooks 
That appeared to be empty
Until one bright spark 
Suggested holding a page 
Over a solitary candle

The reclusive sort was revealed 
As a veritable magician
When it came to words
Rather than the potential 
Serial killer his neighbours 
Had uncharitably imagined 

An enterprising publisher
Got wind of his work 
Published his first novel 
And the reclusive sort 
Won numerous literary prizes
Albeit posthumously

He would have hated all the fuss 
Why do you think he wrote  
In invisible ink?

© Dave Kurley 2025
hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
Thanks for this. It is so hard to write about female betrayal and you have nailed it. Particuarly, female betrayal in young adulthood.