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@fhpowellwriter.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 7:53 AM

@emteepoetry.bsky.social
#PromptCombo #Winged for Friday. Have a great weekend the #poetrycommunity

@winterroom.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 9:41 PM

@emteepoetry.bsky.social
#PromptCombo #Winged

So in contrast to my haiku here's a long piece (in three parts).
The Gift of Grace

The Gift of Grace A murmurating starling said “While we’re performing overhead my feathered friends and I have found that all your efforts on the ground are lacking our esprit de corps and have, in brief, been rather poor. “So now we offer, almost free, this stunning opportunity, a course we’ve tailored to your needs (for modest sums of bugs and seeds). We’ll give you all the skills you lack in ten short weeks, or beetles back.” So every day from eight til three they coached their choreography, the path to pirouettes and poise and, at appropriate times, the noise of one enormous forest fire, the sound of flocks in night attire. And then, to banish any doubt, certificates were handed out affixed with odoriferous seals (resembling wax, but not quite real) and glossy wing-tips brushed the hand of each proud human graduand. Then as they nibbled cheese and worms the boldest tweeted in these terms #notimelikethepresent the 4cast 4 this aft is pleasant Let us go now you and I and dance beneath the salmon sky At once from every habitation shop and school and railway station, bank and coffee bar and baker’s factory and undertakers, up from cellars, down from attics minds intent on acrobatics in one Terpischorean tide human beings stepped outside. and flowed away in braided streams uphill, to where the upland seems to shatter on a gritstone edge, where climbers grip and falcons fledge, and on the sward below the height they gathered in the fading light to sway and waver, pulse and curl, plume to a seamless mass, then whirl away in a filementous burst. They had no score, no steps rehearsed, their rule, their principle, their groove was “see what your neighbour does, and move.” and when their spirographic spree had reached its breathless apogee, into a final swirl they drew and poured as from a jug into the thicket of a nearby wood. And long into the night there could be heard their sleepy repertoire of “Goodnight Jonboy,” “Goodnight Ma,” and when the sun enflamed the East the Age of Hearth and Home had ceased. And in that dawn the Faculty, observing from a nearby tree, saw this event could now afford a chance to change the pecking order swapping drafty reeds and fences for bijoux urban residences. Our forbears didn’t hesitate, they chose at once to relocate. So now my sons, my daughters bold the story of that day’s been told, you know how starlings gave the race of humankind the gift of grace and in return became the heirs of roosts with windows, walls and stairs. So tuck your bills beneath your wings and as your speckled father sings a coda to this fairy tale, we’ll dream, we’ll dream we’ll dream, we’ll dream we’ll dream along the dado rail.
@winterroom.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 9:13 PM

I'm rather prone to writing haiku about birds...

@emteepoetry.bsky.social
#PromptCombo #Winged.

over ridge and furrow
the rise and fall
of a swallow

--

that twig's
still not right !
coots are building

--

the crows
build the tree
back into itself

@jenthorne.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 7:51 PM

@emteepoetry.bsky.social

My final contribution for #PromptCombo #Winged.

A reworking of an old one which I wasn't happy with 😊

#poetry
#prayer
#Mythology

A Prayer to Hypnos O Hypnos, shadow-winged lord who walks the star-lit paths, brother of Death yet kindred to mortals, loosen the bonds of my toil. Lead me, weary, into healing night. Descend, soothing one, and veil my eyes. Sacred keeper of rest, grant me the hush that cleanses, the sleep that renews, the silence in which the spirit is reborn. By your favour may dawn find me whole, my breath as steady as the slumbering sea.
@fhpowellwriter.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 6:15 AM

@emteepoetry.bsky.social
#PromptCombo #Winged for Thursday

@fhpowellwriter.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 7:21 AM

@emteepoetry.bsky.social
#PromptCombo #Winged on Wednesday

@jenthorne.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 8:48 PM

@emteepoetry.bsky.social here is my second contribution for your #Winged #PromptCombo call-out

#Poetry

Bat Among the Lights Once, weathered barns leaned with beams whispering to the wind. Fields were midnight seas, and trees stretched their arms to cradle the night. Now the earth is parcelled with concrete, hedgerows clipped into obedience. The dark fractured by streetlights, blooming too bright. The bat drifts through this geometry of glass and brick, its wings brushing halos, its hunger met by moths circling the false moons. It's plentifully fed, yet carries in its bones the taste of muted evenings, the weight of stars unchallenged, the vastness of the black before it was tamed. Its flight is a lament, an elegy for what is gone, a winged shadow threading progress, thriving, yet haunted, by simpler days. Dreaming of a world it cannot return to, even as it flourishes in the light we have made.
@suzydobie.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 5:36 PM

Hi, @emteepoetry.bsky.social
Here's another offering for #PromptCombo #Winged, a favorite of mine written in celebration of "October's bright blue weather," which in these parts brings the raptors out on show. Thanks again for the prompt!

#poetry #poetrycommunity
#writing #writercommunity
#prompt

@fhpowellwriter.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 1:28 PM

@emteepoetry.bsky.social
#PromptCombo #Winged. for Tuesday
#poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #poems #skypoets #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #poetsofbluesky #skypoet #writingcommunity

@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 6:35 AM

For @emteepoetry.bsky.social Emily and her marvellous #primptcombo #Winged a sonnet from my forthcoming collection "Miner Wattas":

Southern Iron Blue (a rare mayfly found in Cawthorne Dike) this flat hardness, far from death and plunder. I came from the flow Under into flow Above. I scraped hardnesses for food in the Under. In the Above I have no mouth. Enough! Avoiding massive mouths I rise in light. I find my wings. My feet taste surfaces. I clasp her from below. Both of us in flight. She drops to the Under, then releases our bairns, exhausted, collapses, flow takes her. I starve to death, so how am I speaking now? I am one of many voices of the river, preserved. I do not know the why or how. Know me in the riffles whose water changes ever different ripples and exchanges.
@zentinl.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 11:54 PM

Suzy, this is a fantastic offering for #winged. So glad you shared it again, since it's my first reading of it. Love what you are doing here. The point of view pivot after the 4th stanza is so effective. Such a fan fo this.👏🪽

@zentinl.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 11:36 PM

Thank you @emteepoetry.bsky.social for this week's #PromptCombo #Winged. I've been pulled away for some weeks but delighted to be back reading.

#poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #poems #skypoets #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #poetsofbluesky #skypoet #writingcommunity

@suzydobie.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 9:29 PM

Hi, @emteepoetry.bsky.social
Here is an offering for
#PromptCombo
#Winged

The piece was originally written for a prompt by @malformed-poetry.bsky.social , but I am quite fond of it, and I hope it fits the bill. Thanks for the prompt!

#poetry #poetrycommunity
#writing #writercommunity
#prompt

@jenthorne.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 8:41 PM

@emteepoetry.bsky.social here is my offering for #Winged. This is an old one, but I love this #PromptCombo, so there may well be more to come.

#Poetry

Ghost in Feathers                                The barn walls drink the last of the light. Shadows bloom like bruises across the beams. The swallows sleep in cloistered hush; the oxblood tractor ticks, a cooling beast slain at sunset. Moths rise, dust-winged, erratically searching for the memory of light. Spiders unfurl their wire legs, threading tremors through webs. Bats spill from broken gables, their flight a soft percussion through the dark. The barn's hushed breath is silenced. But the night's chorus is not complete. One nocturnal spectre lingers. Watching. Seeing all. Talons unfurl, rusted hooks sear through feathers pale as bone. She ends her vigil with a haunted cry, and the scuttling things below wonder if they are the who she calls for. There is no fanfare, only death on wing. Silent, surgical, inevitable. Rending flesh, she claims her prize, then slips between the rafters, folding into their oaken skin. Though night wanes, she remains: perched, unmoving, unblinking. Waiting. A ghost in feathers.
@metaphorqu.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 6:54 PM

@emteepoetry.bsky.social #PromptCombo

#Winged

I miss the Swifts now it's
October

The Jays on the swoop for
Acorns

Almost make up for it

And if the Owls leave me another feather

I'll accept that
Birdkind is on my side.

@fleurdu.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 5:52 PM

TW:may contain uncomfortable content
@emteepoetry.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Winged

@dmiddleham.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 5:21 PM

#PromptCombo
#Winged
@emteepoetry.bsky.social

winged as a dream should be subtle changes in hue as gravity imbues the veil you became necessity as i became the sky i exhale your name falling like flying you are summoned to reverie again
@davidbirch.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 3:22 PM

Many thanks @emteepoetry.bsky.social for today's #PromptCombo #Winged. I'm pressed for time this week so I thought I'd let this old one fly again. Will catch up with other offerings from the #PoetryCommunity later.

@rock-rex.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 12:47 PM

"Pterodactyl".

#poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #concretepoetry #concretepoem #promptcombo #winged
@emteepoetry.bsky.social

The words "winged poetry" arranged in the form of a flying creature.