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@colmawilliams.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 7:10 AM

Title: Are You Okay?

I bring the inhaler to my lips
Press down the metal canister
Inhale as it exhales

Hold my breath

10

Colm, are you okay?

8

7

Colm?

Raise a finger

4

Can I do something for you?

2

1

0

Exhale

Inhale

I'm okay thanks

#Poetry #IrishPoetry #Asthma #WritingCommunity

@niallmce.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 8:23 AM

‘Digging’ was written by Seamus Heaney in August 1964 and was first published in the New Statesman in December of that same year. It is the opening poem of Heaney’s 1966 collection Death of a Naturalist. #Poetry #IrishPoetry

@cduigan.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 9:05 AM

"When Francis preached love to the birds
They listened, fluttered, throttled up
Into the blue like a flock of words
Released for fun from his holy lips."

Seamus #Heaney

#IrishPoetry #feastday #StFrancis #writing #nature #naturewriting #Orto #Sunday

Metal statue of St. Francis casting birds into the air.
@colmawilliams.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 12:56 PM

#MPPrompt #Poetry #IrishPoetry #Poem #EventualGravity

Prompt: Eventual Gravity Title: Cemetery Bus Stop in Drizzle The 1:21 AM woman 5 bags at the B&B entrance Picked up by a blue taxi Or some put upon relation I sit at the cemetery bus stop To shelter from the drizzle In case something happens But nothing happens The floor drops The sky rises My focus blurs Then sharpens Dressed for a summer's day Packed for I don't know what She placed her bags in the boot And left laughing I stand to continue home Stumble into sitting again
@katymilligan.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 11:13 AM

Doing some research for a catalogue essay, and found this unannotated magazine cutting where Eavan Boland interviews Norah McGuinness. Would any #irishstudies / #irishpoetry people know when or where Boland edited an arts column? It is, of course, a brilliant exchange between these two women.

Newspaper Clipping reading 'The Arts, edited by Eavan Boland'
@colmawilliams.bsky.socialSep 24, 2026, 3:51 PM

#vss365 #passion #poetry #IrishPoetry

Poetry prompt: passion Title: I Know Love It drives people to climb big wheels Fight kaiju Run in the rain But that's not me I want to sit quietly Beside my girl Watch movies Play Xbox And stay dry Sometimes when she Leaves the room I'll check her phone (Who's Lee?) Go through her emails And her Instagram too Note the names Maybe sometimes follow her To work or on the bus Make sure she gets there Safely (Is that Lee?) It feels like love I catch my rain soaked reflection In a bus window And look away
@endastorrie.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 7:30 AM

Sally Rooney's stripped-back, direct style has genuinely reshaped what a lot of contemporary Irish fiction sounds like now.

#WritingCommunity #StoryBible #StoryBibleStudio #ChainStoryOnline #IrishPoetry

RobinReach
@colmawilliams.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 4:52 PM

@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
#OurPoetryX #overgrown #poem #IrishPoetry #PoetryPrompt

Prompt: Overgrown Title: Wendy James Wendy James is a Tradescantia Living in my mini IKEA Greenhouse Twenty two degrees And humid Wendy James was The singer for Transvision Vamp Through fogged glass Her vines have Crept beyond her pot Encroaching on Her neighbours She doesn't care Her leaves Green, and yellow And pink smother The Fittonia's small browning leaves In her glitter ball pot
@colmawilliams.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 7:35 AM

@madp03t.bsky.social
#poetryprompt #poem #irishpoetry #horrorpoetry #microhorror #creepypoem

Title: My Throat The first knock woke me up Was that a dream? I couldn't tell The second knock startled me Is it in the house? My head was throbbing A third knock, too loud Why? I stumbled to the door I didn't want to. Did I see movement? I risked a hello My words caught In my throat My throat I froze a moment Something dropped Off the knocker It was blood. Am I bleeding?
@colmawilliams.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 12:31 PM

#poem #irishpoetry #poetry #TheLostBoys #poetsky

Dreams of Dianne

Title: Dreams of Dianne Dianne Wiest as the mother In The Lost Boys Is really foxy I might be too old For her character To be interested in now At the same time I hear the clicking In my knees Standing at a film's end My ankles don't bend As quietly as they used to And my shoulders have Hair I didn't know before Bed is warmly welcomed Close my eyes To dreams of Dianne
@rahlooho.bsky.socialSep 19, 2026, 7:27 AM

Leda and the Swan by W.B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes po-re-li.blogspot.com/2026/09/leda...

#WBYeats #LedaAndTheSwan #PoetryCommunity #PoemOfTheDay #PoemsRethabileLikes #Poems #IrishPoetry #EuropeanPoetry #20thCenturyPoetry #Mythology #Sonnet #Zeus #Leda #TrojanWar #Agamemnon #NobelPrize

@endastorrie.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 12:00 PM

Seamus Heaney proved you don't need grand settings for great poetry — a bog, a spade, a childhood farm were more than enough material.

#WritingCommunity #StoryBible #StoryBibleStudio #ChainStoryOnline #IrishPoetry

RobinReach
@colmawilliams.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 8:10 PM

#Poetry #IrishPoetry #Poem #Sentimental #NoPrompt

Title: Sentimental Poem No.1 I remember playing on the sitting room floor Waiting for my father In his brown duffle coat That smelt of cigarette smoke Or sharing a Chinese meal From the Roundabout At the kitchen table A meal for four feeding six There's nothing wrong with sentimental poems Except they sometimes make me cry The meal for four is no longer required
@colmawilliams.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 10:56 PM

@madp03t.bsky.social #prompt #poetry #Irishpoetry #SEGA

Prompt: The explanation must create a new problem Title: Finished I blow into the bottom of the cartridge Place it into the slot Turn the power on I begin to play My mother Observes the game As the cry of FINISH HIM Blares through the Tinny speaker And my avatar Rips my enemy's head off She asks If this violence is typical In Mortal Kombat I describe the variety Of fatalities Her eyes tighten Her lips do too I no longer play SEGA.
@paulmoorehead.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 6:19 PM

What. A. Book.

“North” will definitely need a few re-reads to begin to scratch beneath its earths. Wonderful.

#booksky #poetry #irishpoetry #tinybookreviews #seamusheaney

@simonjamesbrady.bsky.socialSep 8, 2026, 5:27 PM

Interested in an Irish slant on ecopoetry?

I have pulled together a curated directory at ecopoetry.ie

#poetry #irishpoetry #ecopoetry

@simonjamesbrady.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 11:11 PM

Interested in Irish poetry? I have pulled together a curated directory of Irish poetry that might be worth a look.

irishpoetry.ie

#poetry #ireland #irishpoetry #poets

@colmawilliams.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 11:32 AM

@daveashleypoet.bsky.social #SillySeptember #wurb #poem #poetry #irishpoetry

Title: Pastor Dave's First and Last Sermon A rainbow of light spilled Across the Tabernacle From the sun shining Through the stained glass windows The congregation fanned themselves Quietly watching as Pastor Dave Stepped up to the altar Rubber soles squeaking on the marble The pastor's face reflecting blue Then red, finally purple A bead of sweat trickled From neck to shoulder blade Before disappearing into his vest Pastor Dave cleared his throat Licked his lips and began "In the beginning was the Wurb And the Wurb was with Gurd And the Wurb was Gurd." It was a short service that day.