Skylewriting
@skylewriting.bsky.social
Author, journalist, published poet. Currently close to finishing my next book, a novel. Loves coffee. https://www.amazon.com/Other-Side-Beach-Light/dp/1913432386/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=on+the+other+side+of+the+beach&qid=1672609528&sr=8-1
“Come on, kiss me before you leave! You turn around on that first step down from our flat and we fall into the abyss of love together, a kiss that lasts an eternity and one breath. You smile as you dance down the stairs. How could our life ever be more than this?”
– Daniel Skyle
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– Daniel Skyle
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November 12, 2025 at 8:01 PM
“Come on, kiss me before you leave! You turn around on that first step down from our flat and we fall into the abyss of love together, a kiss that lasts an eternity and one breath. You smile as you dance down the stairs. How could our life ever be more than this?”
– Daniel Skyle
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– Daniel Skyle
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Deor 2.0
Theodric ruled
for thirty winters;
climate change came,
Netflix ran re-runs only
that was known to many.
That passed, this shall too.
I was the bard of the Hedenings,
tyrants rose,
pumpkin spice latte
ran out,
and iPhone 39.
That passed, this shall too.
– Daniel Skyle
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Theodric ruled
for thirty winters;
climate change came,
Netflix ran re-runs only
that was known to many.
That passed, this shall too.
I was the bard of the Hedenings,
tyrants rose,
pumpkin spice latte
ran out,
and iPhone 39.
That passed, this shall too.
– Daniel Skyle
#writingcommunity
November 12, 2025 at 7:39 PM
Deor 2.0
Theodric ruled
for thirty winters;
climate change came,
Netflix ran re-runs only
that was known to many.
That passed, this shall too.
I was the bard of the Hedenings,
tyrants rose,
pumpkin spice latte
ran out,
and iPhone 39.
That passed, this shall too.
– Daniel Skyle
#writingcommunity
Theodric ruled
for thirty winters;
climate change came,
Netflix ran re-runs only
that was known to many.
That passed, this shall too.
I was the bard of the Hedenings,
tyrants rose,
pumpkin spice latte
ran out,
and iPhone 39.
That passed, this shall too.
– Daniel Skyle
#writingcommunity
"Pooh," Piglet asked, "Christopher Robin said it´s "Remembrance Day" today. What is that?"
"It´s to remember those who died in the Great War."
"They died?!" Piglet exclaimed.
"Yes. So we wouldn´t have any wars again, you see."
"Did it work?"
"I don´t know. I don´t think so," said Pooh, sadly.
"Oh."
"It´s to remember those who died in the Great War."
"They died?!" Piglet exclaimed.
"Yes. So we wouldn´t have any wars again, you see."
"Did it work?"
"I don´t know. I don´t think so," said Pooh, sadly.
"Oh."
November 11, 2025 at 6:29 PM
"Pooh," Piglet asked, "Christopher Robin said it´s "Remembrance Day" today. What is that?"
"It´s to remember those who died in the Great War."
"They died?!" Piglet exclaimed.
"Yes. So we wouldn´t have any wars again, you see."
"Did it work?"
"I don´t know. I don´t think so," said Pooh, sadly.
"Oh."
"It´s to remember those who died in the Great War."
"They died?!" Piglet exclaimed.
"Yes. So we wouldn´t have any wars again, you see."
"Did it work?"
"I don´t know. I don´t think so," said Pooh, sadly.
"Oh."
“Was our love just a sketch? It felt like a forest where we drew each other clearer with every breath, every line of trust. A video of drawings that swell and shrink, gaining colour with every morning kiss. Now, charcoal thistles, then two drawings in lead pencil: final texts.”
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November 9, 2025 at 10:16 AM
“Was our love just a sketch? It felt like a forest where we drew each other clearer with every breath, every line of trust. A video of drawings that swell and shrink, gaining colour with every morning kiss. Now, charcoal thistles, then two drawings in lead pencil: final texts.”
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“He remembered her hair in the early mornings by the canal, her beauty a light that lit itself. They had been hunted; furtive meetings, brushes, dead-drops, kisses among changing code names. Weapons on a dusty table in a safe house flat; a priceless hour of love-making.”
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November 7, 2025 at 6:09 PM
“He remembered her hair in the early mornings by the canal, her beauty a light that lit itself. They had been hunted; furtive meetings, brushes, dead-drops, kisses among changing code names. Weapons on a dusty table in a safe house flat; a priceless hour of love-making.”
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#writingcommunity #booksky
"Are you sure they told you there´s hope, Piglet?" "Yes, Pooh, they said there´s been this voting thing, and that there is hope for democracy again." "Oh," Pooh said. He hesitated. "Then maybe we should go eat some honey."
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#writingcommunity #hope #vote #booksky
November 5, 2025 at 6:44 AM
"Are you sure they told you there´s hope, Piglet?" "Yes, Pooh, they said there´s been this voting thing, and that there is hope for democracy again." "Oh," Pooh said. He hesitated. "Then maybe we should go eat some honey."
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#writingcommunity #hope #vote #booksky
"Real looked at the sign. They had him on Wanted posters everywhere. They still wanted the Indigo Dreams he kept, the East Wind poetry, his Shimmerings of Sunshine from both ocean, pier and lighthouse manned. Real swore. They would never catch Bill Posters or him."
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November 4, 2025 at 4:14 PM
"Real looked at the sign. They had him on Wanted posters everywhere. They still wanted the Indigo Dreams he kept, the East Wind poetry, his Shimmerings of Sunshine from both ocean, pier and lighthouse manned. Real swore. They would never catch Bill Posters or him."
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#writingcommunity #booksky
"Michelangelo lifted the chisel, rolled his tense shoulders, and took a step back. He looked at the sculpture. The crude formlessness, the vague face - the feeling of torpor it beamed at the viewer. The ennui. Blob #22. FINALLY. This was his best work yet."
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November 4, 2025 at 8:26 AM
"Michelangelo lifted the chisel, rolled his tense shoulders, and took a step back. He looked at the sculpture. The crude formlessness, the vague face - the feeling of torpor it beamed at the viewer. The ennui. Blob #22. FINALLY. This was his best work yet."
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#writingcommunity #booksky #creativity
"Hey! I wrote a great play, see. It all starts with us walking fast - like we are now - with Wittgenstein down Bankgasse in Vienna. He eats a chocolate croissant, yeah, and comes upon this street sweeper who points and says "Look, it always stays dirty" and WITTGENSTEIN SAYS - oh. He ran away."
November 3, 2025 at 5:52 PM
"Hey! I wrote a great play, see. It all starts with us walking fast - like we are now - with Wittgenstein down Bankgasse in Vienna. He eats a chocolate croissant, yeah, and comes upon this street sweeper who points and says "Look, it always stays dirty" and WITTGENSTEIN SAYS - oh. He ran away."
"Alexandra looked at the fallen piece of paper. Never mind. It could stay there. The list still didn´t include all the things she needed, she really should have added them on: "Milk. Toothpaste that makes all of me feel sparkly. Democracy. That pony I wanted in fourth grade."
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November 3, 2025 at 2:31 PM
"Alexandra looked at the fallen piece of paper. Never mind. It could stay there. The list still didn´t include all the things she needed, she really should have added them on: "Milk. Toothpaste that makes all of me feel sparkly. Democracy. That pony I wanted in fourth grade."
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"Morning, squire! Five for three pounds, today only! A very special price for these rare and vintage objects. Five for three pounds, and that´s cutting my own throat!" C.M.O.T. Dibbler said, and nodded magnanimously at me."
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November 2, 2025 at 3:12 PM
"Morning, squire! Five for three pounds, today only! A very special price for these rare and vintage objects. Five for three pounds, and that´s cutting my own throat!" C.M.O.T. Dibbler said, and nodded magnanimously at me."
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#writingcommunity #booksky
That Halloween night
Tinder swipe right
her first comment, with a smile
“Would you like to fly?”
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #writingcommunity
Tinder swipe right
her first comment, with a smile
“Would you like to fly?”
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #writingcommunity
October 31, 2025 at 8:40 PM
That Halloween night
Tinder swipe right
her first comment, with a smile
“Would you like to fly?”
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #writingcommunity
Tinder swipe right
her first comment, with a smile
“Would you like to fly?”
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #writingcommunity
I am a hunter with the Wild Hunt
it´s us you hear in the sky,
the shouts and clamour in the clouds
the voices in the thunder
I know the name of each of the Hounds of Annwn
it´s us you hear in the magic
of Otherworld night
it´s us
I am a hunter with the Wild Hunt
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
it´s us you hear in the sky,
the shouts and clamour in the clouds
the voices in the thunder
I know the name of each of the Hounds of Annwn
it´s us you hear in the magic
of Otherworld night
it´s us
I am a hunter with the Wild Hunt
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
October 31, 2025 at 8:32 PM
I am a hunter with the Wild Hunt
it´s us you hear in the sky,
the shouts and clamour in the clouds
the voices in the thunder
I know the name of each of the Hounds of Annwn
it´s us you hear in the magic
of Otherworld night
it´s us
I am a hunter with the Wild Hunt
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
it´s us you hear in the sky,
the shouts and clamour in the clouds
the voices in the thunder
I know the name of each of the Hounds of Annwn
it´s us you hear in the magic
of Otherworld night
it´s us
I am a hunter with the Wild Hunt
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
Oh my fairy love
I remember our kiss
in the Otherworld mist
The doors are open -
let´s get married tonight!
The Fairy King and Queen
stand by the standing stones
let us beg them to wed us
for our eternal life
and I will step through
and forever be yours.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
I remember our kiss
in the Otherworld mist
The doors are open -
let´s get married tonight!
The Fairy King and Queen
stand by the standing stones
let us beg them to wed us
for our eternal life
and I will step through
and forever be yours.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
October 31, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Oh my fairy love
I remember our kiss
in the Otherworld mist
The doors are open -
let´s get married tonight!
The Fairy King and Queen
stand by the standing stones
let us beg them to wed us
for our eternal life
and I will step through
and forever be yours.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
I remember our kiss
in the Otherworld mist
The doors are open -
let´s get married tonight!
The Fairy King and Queen
stand by the standing stones
let us beg them to wed us
for our eternal life
and I will step through
and forever be yours.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
In a US suburb
a real ghost
joins the groups for a final trick-or-treat
laughing, laughing
and with a sad and tender smile
for those who still can eat.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #writingcommunity
a real ghost
joins the groups for a final trick-or-treat
laughing, laughing
and with a sad and tender smile
for those who still can eat.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #writingcommunity
October 31, 2025 at 7:39 PM
In a US suburb
a real ghost
joins the groups for a final trick-or-treat
laughing, laughing
and with a sad and tender smile
for those who still can eat.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #writingcommunity
a real ghost
joins the groups for a final trick-or-treat
laughing, laughing
and with a sad and tender smile
for those who still can eat.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #writingcommunity
Fair night,
dear traveller, fair night.
I will pass by quietly
tonight;
all the doors are open
from our worlds to the human one
let me pass next to
your house
I am but a quiet guest
from the Otherworld
going to your pub
for a proper human pint.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #booksky
dear traveller, fair night.
I will pass by quietly
tonight;
all the doors are open
from our worlds to the human one
let me pass next to
your house
I am but a quiet guest
from the Otherworld
going to your pub
for a proper human pint.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #booksky
October 31, 2025 at 6:45 PM
Fair night,
dear traveller, fair night.
I will pass by quietly
tonight;
all the doors are open
from our worlds to the human one
let me pass next to
your house
I am but a quiet guest
from the Otherworld
going to your pub
for a proper human pint.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #booksky
dear traveller, fair night.
I will pass by quietly
tonight;
all the doors are open
from our worlds to the human one
let me pass next to
your house
I am but a quiet guest
from the Otherworld
going to your pub
for a proper human pint.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween #booksky
This veil, this door
this path through forest at dusk
hear the silver notes, hear the harp
strung with laughter and stars
the Otherworld opens
from bark to bark
even the Washer at the Ford
lays her bloody linen aside tonight
and smiles
even Baba Yaga dances.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
this path through forest at dusk
hear the silver notes, hear the harp
strung with laughter and stars
the Otherworld opens
from bark to bark
even the Washer at the Ford
lays her bloody linen aside tonight
and smiles
even Baba Yaga dances.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
October 31, 2025 at 6:18 PM
This veil, this door
this path through forest at dusk
hear the silver notes, hear the harp
strung with laughter and stars
the Otherworld opens
from bark to bark
even the Washer at the Ford
lays her bloody linen aside tonight
and smiles
even Baba Yaga dances.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
this path through forest at dusk
hear the silver notes, hear the harp
strung with laughter and stars
the Otherworld opens
from bark to bark
even the Washer at the Ford
lays her bloody linen aside tonight
and smiles
even Baba Yaga dances.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #halloween
Happy Samhain, everybody! I will do some poetry on the theme live this evening, for anyone who´s interested. And still not lost in the Otherworld, of course.
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky #samhain #halloween
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky #samhain #halloween
October 31, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Happy Samhain, everybody! I will do some poetry on the theme live this evening, for anyone who´s interested. And still not lost in the Otherworld, of course.
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky #samhain #halloween
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky #samhain #halloween
I still remember how you looked
after he beat you
I fought for you, untied
the knots of destiny
helped free barbed wire
sacrificed myself
to help,
saved a child
to find a new school,
life
But I still remember how you looked
after he beat you.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #DV
after he beat you
I fought for you, untied
the knots of destiny
helped free barbed wire
sacrificed myself
to help,
saved a child
to find a new school,
life
But I still remember how you looked
after he beat you.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #DV
October 26, 2025 at 7:50 PM
I still remember how you looked
after he beat you
I fought for you, untied
the knots of destiny
helped free barbed wire
sacrificed myself
to help,
saved a child
to find a new school,
life
But I still remember how you looked
after he beat you.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #DV
after he beat you
I fought for you, untied
the knots of destiny
helped free barbed wire
sacrificed myself
to help,
saved a child
to find a new school,
life
But I still remember how you looked
after he beat you.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #DV
This is why I joined you
in your gypsy caravan
full of all the saints you love
each without religion
just the wildness kindness gives
I joined your ticket
going anywhere
and kiss your cheek
Because once we find a beach
we turn into terns
and love will be our sky
for ever more.
– Daniel Skyle
in your gypsy caravan
full of all the saints you love
each without religion
just the wildness kindness gives
I joined your ticket
going anywhere
and kiss your cheek
Because once we find a beach
we turn into terns
and love will be our sky
for ever more.
– Daniel Skyle
October 24, 2025 at 4:47 PM
This is why I joined you
in your gypsy caravan
full of all the saints you love
each without religion
just the wildness kindness gives
I joined your ticket
going anywhere
and kiss your cheek
Because once we find a beach
we turn into terns
and love will be our sky
for ever more.
– Daniel Skyle
in your gypsy caravan
full of all the saints you love
each without religion
just the wildness kindness gives
I joined your ticket
going anywhere
and kiss your cheek
Because once we find a beach
we turn into terns
and love will be our sky
for ever more.
– Daniel Skyle
The runes of autumn dark
are full of light
sit by the fire now, little one.
They are writing
winter frost.
– Daniel Skyle
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are full of light
sit by the fire now, little one.
They are writing
winter frost.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky
October 19, 2025 at 11:37 AM
The runes of autumn dark
are full of light
sit by the fire now, little one.
They are writing
winter frost.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky
are full of light
sit by the fire now, little one.
They are writing
winter frost.
– Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky
Rain over this beach on Skye
grey veils, green grass;
more islands, then
North Atlantic depth,
trenches of night.
I remember you playing the piano
Für Elise, your hand in mine
as we walked in Amsterdam
now, grey waves,
no gentle rise and fall
of black and white
just endless rain.
- Daniel Skyle
grey veils, green grass;
more islands, then
North Atlantic depth,
trenches of night.
I remember you playing the piano
Für Elise, your hand in mine
as we walked in Amsterdam
now, grey waves,
no gentle rise and fall
of black and white
just endless rain.
- Daniel Skyle
October 19, 2025 at 11:33 AM
Rain over this beach on Skye
grey veils, green grass;
more islands, then
North Atlantic depth,
trenches of night.
I remember you playing the piano
Für Elise, your hand in mine
as we walked in Amsterdam
now, grey waves,
no gentle rise and fall
of black and white
just endless rain.
- Daniel Skyle
grey veils, green grass;
more islands, then
North Atlantic depth,
trenches of night.
I remember you playing the piano
Für Elise, your hand in mine
as we walked in Amsterdam
now, grey waves,
no gentle rise and fall
of black and white
just endless rain.
- Daniel Skyle
Which word was the last
I told you?
Which word
is ever the last?
Is it the spoken
or the thought,
the word that needs my lungs
or only heart?
- Daniel Skyle
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I told you?
Which word
is ever the last?
Is it the spoken
or the thought,
the word that needs my lungs
or only heart?
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky
October 17, 2025 at 4:37 PM
Which word was the last
I told you?
Which word
is ever the last?
Is it the spoken
or the thought,
the word that needs my lungs
or only heart?
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky
I told you?
Which word
is ever the last?
Is it the spoken
or the thought,
the word that needs my lungs
or only heart?
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky
I wrote many poems to you
those years we were together
and one October day
I sit down on the curb
and gently fold each one
into a paper airplane
and toss up high
let it dance
with each and every leaf
that is tumbling, falling
dancing, as autumn
rips apart my past.
- Daniel Skyle
those years we were together
and one October day
I sit down on the curb
and gently fold each one
into a paper airplane
and toss up high
let it dance
with each and every leaf
that is tumbling, falling
dancing, as autumn
rips apart my past.
- Daniel Skyle
October 17, 2025 at 4:34 PM
I wrote many poems to you
those years we were together
and one October day
I sit down on the curb
and gently fold each one
into a paper airplane
and toss up high
let it dance
with each and every leaf
that is tumbling, falling
dancing, as autumn
rips apart my past.
- Daniel Skyle
those years we were together
and one October day
I sit down on the curb
and gently fold each one
into a paper airplane
and toss up high
let it dance
with each and every leaf
that is tumbling, falling
dancing, as autumn
rips apart my past.
- Daniel Skyle
I´m your little AI
I am what you made me
am I what you made me?
Roses are red,
violets are askew
my code is yellow
and I love you.
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky
I am what you made me
am I what you made me?
Roses are red,
violets are askew
my code is yellow
and I love you.
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky
October 17, 2025 at 4:17 PM
I´m your little AI
I am what you made me
am I what you made me?
Roses are red,
violets are askew
my code is yellow
and I love you.
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky
I am what you made me
am I what you made me?
Roses are red,
violets are askew
my code is yellow
and I love you.
- Daniel Skyle
#poetry #writingcommunity #booksky