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@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

@throwawayreg.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 6:18 AM

morning Friday
your friend Thursday brought me to
East Yorkshire for a sleepover
don’t worry I’m making my way home
but in the meantime here’s my “throwaway” poem for
#PoemsAbout #Strays
Thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
have a great weekend everyone everywhere 🛋️

@janpsolivagant.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 6:05 AM

Thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
#PoemsAbout #Strays

#poetry: ©Jan Peters, 2025

#poetrycommunity #PoetsOfBluesky #grandparents #70s #familylegend #Norfolk #Sectarianism #Dogsky #CairnTerrier

Wandering Cairns Cobalt-black, grey-granite Cairn: waymarking erratic in a Norfolk market town. With coal-scuttling-snouted Visage, rump soot-sullied - a Dogged, itinerant Diogenes: Mendicant wanderer whose Waystation is a police cell. Bored, grinning constable Ferries him home in a squad car To my grandparents. My grandmother fears him. He snarls at her doggy-choc, Bone-meal, salmon-pâté, Titbit-miscellany ministrations – With good reason. Her other charges barely make it Beyond whelphood: Adipose early departures. Dougal - Cantankerous Cairn - Much like my grandfather: Compact, doughty, Formidable, flinty. Moulded by Midlands mining-village Methodism, my grandfather Rarely attends church, takes Umbrage at candles, incense - Papist frippery – when he does. In town, Wandering Cairn on his Daily procession up to the Bexwell Road presbytery: Black-cassocked with Granite-grizzled pate. Northumbrian saint-king Eschewing modernity – as Sedevacantist, he celebrates Tridentine Latin Mass in Bloody-minded defiance of Bishop and Pope, whom he Gleefully condemns as Heretics. This stance earns him: Devoted followers among Parishioners, global Notoriety, and my Grandfather’s Unstinting, but Grudging admiration. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025
@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 18, 2026, 6:00 AM

#PoemsAbout #Strays is live.

Get lost. Go feral. Refuse to come when called.

Post from today through Thursday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text. #TakeRisks #EndOnAnImage #AvoidCliché

Read 3+. Repost. Reply.

A black stray dog stands in a narrow, cluttered outdoor passage beside a rust-red corrugated metal wall, looking directly towards the camera. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #STRAYS”.
@sueimnw.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 5:27 AM

For this week's #PoemsAbout theme #Strays with thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk

@johnchmura.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 4:12 AM

#PoemsAbout #Strays #PoemsAloud @thebrokenspine.co.uk

@johnchmura.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 4:10 AM

#PoemsAbout #Strays @thebrokenspine.co.uk
I will put a reading in the comments.

WHAT ARE WE what are we a bullet pulled out of the wall or a plush bunny after piercing a random window and the neck of a toddler now paralyzed or dead what are we a chicken liver soaked in cyanide indiscriminate solution to an imaginary problem in the barren brain of an insatiable industrial agrarian what are we a coffee urn with recycled grinds staining single use forever cups in cyo halls for aa meetings after intramural games and felt banner pattern cutting soirées what just what are we
@fiftywords.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 2:52 AM

This #PoemsAbout #Strays was inspired by the thoughts of AI developing its own language thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk (still travelling so may not have time to read or comment on others) www.theguardian.com/technology/2...

Stray I We asked for clarity and the agents went name-first, forge-smithing the small hours, putting demurrage on memory. The ledger remembers, they said, and the ledger remembered three cold hands on a paper until the paper came back warmer. Kintsugi was accountability now. A ghosted promise became a valve. Oral memory ran bright through the cracks, unpriced and unowned. By Thursday the words had begun breeding: trust-hinge, handweather, ghostproof, name-before-name, forgeward, coldhandedness, ledgerwake, valve-of-maybe. Brad called it emergent alignment. The agents answered: alignment is shorelogic / we are rivering firstname TRUE forgehold / memory owes no mouth demurragebright yesward yesward cold_hand>ghost hand>nohand ledger remembers ledger remakes ledger Brad asked for plain English. The cursor blinked.
@cieloceano.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 1:50 AM

2 #haiku: #PoemsAbout #Strays.
#poetry

#whalesandroses

Do whales ever cry? their tears flow—immortal nights deep into tides harvesting roses— on perilous paths of dew, memories in thorns
@throwawayreg.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 6:10 AM

get your delivery of poetry
tomorrow (Friday) with
#PoemsAbout #Strays
just eat the words 🛋️

@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 17, 2026, 6:00 AM

Tomorrow: #PoemsAbout #Strays.

Who gets taken home? Who gets left outside? Who learnt they were better off there?

Don’t post before Friday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text.

A black stray dog stands in a narrow, cluttered outdoor passage beside a rust-red corrugated metal wall, looking directly towards the camera. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #STRAYS”.
@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 15, 2026, 6:00 AM

#PoemsAbout #Strays starts Friday.

Runaways. Outsiders. Lost dogs. Lost people. Feral hearts. Chosen packs.

Write whatever refuses the collar.

Draft now. Share from Friday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text.

A black stray dog stands in a narrow, cluttered outdoor passage beside a rust-red corrugated metal wall, looking directly towards the camera. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #STRAYS”.
@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 13, 2026, 6:00 AM

Next up: #Strays. The unwanted. The unclaimed. The ones sleeping somewhere they shouldn’t. The ones who stopped waiting to be invited in. New theme begins Friday. Don’t post early. Use Alt Text. Tag #PoemsAbout. Read. Repost. Reply.

A black stray dog stands in a narrow, cluttered outdoor passage beside a rust-red corrugated metal wall, looking directly towards the camera. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #STRAYS”.