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@deemclachlan.bsky.social Oct 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.social Sep 25, 2026, 1:03 PM

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

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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.social Sep 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