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@blackbijewess.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 12:10 PM

House of Hera

Rise, Whiskey Woman
Witching hour awaits you
Club, Joi calling Come

#haiku
#PoemsAbout #Strays

@blackbijewess.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 12:08 PM

Wicked Women

Belong to no one
Outsider riding along
Periphery’s edge

#haiku #PoemsAbout #Strays

@blackbijewess.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 12:06 PM

Uneven Streets

Remember my name
Lifestyles of the Lonely Ones
Strangest of the strange

#haiku
#PoemsAbout #Strays

@metaphorqu.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 12:06 PM

@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#PoemsAbout

#Stray

That habitual hair behind her ear thing -

she's missed a bit - bugs her almost as much as the misplaced

"maybe not"

the last time they met to

the sound of a stray busker between tube platforms

Singing

"Hey you've got to hide your love away."

@merrildsmith.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 11:16 AM

Good morning! I missed last Friday. I went in a different direction for today's #PoemsAbout #Strays. Thanks as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Night Birds A stray thought f l u t t e r e d into my mind crossing neuron seas on albatross wings collecting shiny flotsam with magpie dedication gathering others a murder of crows a murmuration filled my dream horizons. The thought constructed a calamity nest, in it, laid an anxiety egg that hatched words like a star shedding light silvering the surface, sinking below.
@fleurdu.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 11:07 AM

For #PoemsAbout #strays
Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #tricubes

Image of a tricubes poem by Fleur du P for #poemsabout #strays As strays we never knew otherwise Stray button down sofa side one thing Stray hair, my pillow last straw in barn —Fleur du P
@pvcannon.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 10:54 AM

For #PoemsAbout #Strays

With much thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

A free verse poem that takes the persona of a werewolf.
@patriciajvs.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 10:34 AM

Thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk - it's Friday again. This feels less like a poem and more like a tiny biography to recognise 30 years of an amazing organisation: Ben's Centre www.benscentre.org
#PoemsAbout #Strays

Straying A wet spring evening, ten years ago or so, With leaves taking a lashing, Boxed saplings twisting Wind whistling through perimeter walls of late Victorian buildings Under parasols in Leopold square He recognised you, In a corner sitting out the rain, watchful, cold, aware of Every movement from the door Of a forgotten Italian restaurant, A youthful man with the dog end of a cigarette, Trying to belong, sitting with style, Belying his worth with a stained shirt and trainers With trenches, where seams should have been. Sock-less in an unfashionable way. Divergent paths, Though you sat together, learned together, Now my boy went to sit with you again, Offering a new cigarette, Allowing you to stay out of the rain a little longer, Lessening the pressure or distain of the waiting staff. You told a story of lost work, A family who cared less than they could Of dispute and disharmony, Three months on the Sheffield streets Nowhere to go, no one to love, Medicating numbness and peace of mind, Not dry or clean enough for the Arches, Homeless, down, out and more, My boy gave you his socks, A Brave acceptance, despite your circumstances! Ten pounds in cash, all we had And you left with a thank you, Not wishing to embarrass further, I hope you found Ben's Centre, eventually A way home.
@janedougherty47.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 9:14 AM

Back from visiting family and a different region. The anxiety follows though like that hungry dog.
#PoemsAbout #Strays @thebrokenspine.co.uk

@davidbirch.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 8:56 AM

Here's my response to today's #PoemsAbout prompt #Strays. It probably needs development but maybe there's an idea here to work on. Many thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk. Looking forward to reading and responding to other offerings from the #PoetryCommunity

@deemclachlan.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 8:32 AM

A wee beastie #haibun for this #fridaypoem for the #poetryprompt - #strays
Hosted by @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk with #poemsabout every week

#poetrycommunity #haibuns #naturepoems #shrews #poems #poets #poemAltText #UseAltText

Stray By Dawn Mclachlan I read once that shrews don't really understand that we exist. In their minds we are as vast and unknowable as mountains, as silent and slow moving as trees. Their hearts beat 1000 times a minute and to them we are glacial in our pace. Imagine living in a world where it's possible to stray wild beyond the comprehension of man. We once placed our tent Across the tracks of a shrew And still he ran through
@andywilliamson.comSep 18, 2026, 8:24 AM

Good morning everyone, still not finding time to write much this week but did manage this draft poem for #poemsabout #strays. Will pop back later to read others! #poetry #poetrycommunity

Education you showed no interest or aptitude for angles, Angles Saxons or parallels more the flames licking the classroom walls before they expelled you forty years later your social media hate-filled ignorance smoke screen across the stars denying our rainbow reality I imagine a life spent running towards where from what you neither know nor care
@osageorange.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 7:48 AM

A Spanish-language contribution (with English translation) for this week's #PoemsAbout theme #Strays @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Inspired by a passing encounter years ago in Cartagena, Colombia - nicknamed “La Heroica” and site of what is widely regarded as the British Empire’s greatest naval disaster.

el heroico dentro de las murallas de la ciudad cojeando la puerta del reloj y la vendedora declaró qué mediohombre este perro de raza, callejero tuerto y cojo, ay como blas de lezo the heroic inside the city walls limping the clock tower gate and the street vendor declared what a half-man this noble breed, a stray one-eyed and lame ay, like blas de lezo
@jenthorne.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 7:27 AM

I hope everyone is having a good Friday. I am off to a poetry festival so am very happy.

@ianbrownlie.bsky.social I tried to stay away from the darkness and mostly succeeded (mostly).

@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
#PoemsAbout
#Strays
#Poetry

A Menagerie of Misfits They keep their distance I keep mine. We meet in narrow places where need outweighs caution. Their world is built from small permissions. A step closer, a touch shared without a bite. A moment without retreat. Affection isn’t promised. It arrives like a blunt fact, without ceremony, without apology. I take what is offered. I don’t ask for more. The truth stays simple: I wasn’t their saviour.
@bernp.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 7:24 AM

my thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk for hosting #PoemsAbout #Strays here's one from life in the 1960's look forward to reading others

Sanctuary My mother’s orange oak table Stained by the patina of Tears and furnish polish – The one that later went for Prayerful firewood – Sat heavy on its haunches, Having legs decorated like stockings Of an old duchess, All garlands and balustraded seams. In earlier times mum’s lame ducks Would sit around it drinking tea, Men who had left their minds in Normandy And young girls with short skirts And shorter memories Forgetting that hearts will mend. I was too young to have regrets Armoured in childhood as I was. © Bernard Pearson
@drnaturegirl.debbiemross.co.ukSep 18, 2026, 7:18 AM

For #PoemsAbout #strays Incibbled this together yesterday. Needs work, though I like my original idea. Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk as always. Look forward to reading the other #poetry offerings over today and the weekend.

A poem by Debbie Ross entitled Stray Cat Strut She slunk out at 14 all teenage angst and Cat Woman anti-hero style. She got her claws into all the glitter, all the guys, though she was the one mauled in the process. On the street, drugged, drunk, destroyed by dreams and demons. She eyes you warily, she can be a pussy cat or a puma - always independent, restless.
@francesca-laura.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 7:01 AM

A weed is just a wildflower in the wrong place,
So they say,
I find myself collecting things,
Sayings, empty snail shells, other people's anxieties,
Everything has it's place,
Except for those stray nipple hairs,
They, can go elsewhere.

#PoemsAbout #Strays