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@deemclachlan.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 8:27 AM

Time for another #fridaypoem and this time it’s a #poemsabout #possessed
Thank you @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the #poetryprompt

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Possession By Dawn Mclachlan I saw in the distance an exalted castle where sadness had lost value and in the polished melancholy outpouring algorithms picked the bones of emotion like crows feasting on their kin. All possession lost in the cold creep of a eulogy prompted untouched by human heart and beyond the reach of flesh lying in the dusty boxes of their lives the things they once yearned for the things they once worked for once held dear in the ceremonies of life and death there was only code to hold that moment still because they no longer lurched along the brittle road learning from the curves the climbs the falls the rocks and the once broken hearts there, only the machines write love songs
@deemclachlan.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 8:12 AM

A #fridaypoem for @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poemsabout #rot

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Eve By Dawn Mclachlan "What did she expect?" when she stepped into a world fresh and newly green with arms open wide and the fairness of the morning upon her upturned face? "What was she thinking?" that her steps would be as level as those that went before and that the world's light and shade could be shared without consequence or expectations? "What was she wearing?" Did she assume that her shape was her's to command and it would never matter what she wore and that the apple wasn't rotten at the core?
@deemclachlan.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 1:03 PM

A #fridaypoem for @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poemsabout #poetryprompt #deadletters

#sorrynotsorry
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Dead Letters By Dawn Mclachlan You said you said sorry but that’s not what I heard from words that struggled for air and writhed in the death of Meaning Words distorted in the telling as Reason chased its tail You said you said sorry but that’s not what I heard because I was watching high cirrus clouds smudge the perfect blue with icy veils and as sure as night follows I knew the rain would come
@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

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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