lichtbringer

the “undigested blue meringue sky”! 💙💙

I love how “visual” your poem is, I feel like I can clearly see the scene in my head, the soft breast, the dewy grass, the sharp shadow. There is an unnerving sense of foreshadowing in the beginning of the poem, perfect for this week’s theme. And so many great lines, especially

An old, old being amidst beeches, beasts and barrows in the New Forest...

Our 7th #darkspringtide tale brings us to Hampshire during the Wars of the Roses where we meet our Lady of the Stags, which makes this a proper #bookwormsat story today!

Read it below.

🎨 Warwick Goble

Thanks so much for the encouragement ❤️❤️ I will probably try again one day, I just need to be able to handle rejection better 😅 Because as you say, its gonna happen many many more times

Thank you very very much 🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻✨

Oh wow thank you so so much for your wonderful comment, that makes me so happy 🥹❤️❤️🙏🏻🫶🏻

Thank you so so much, so glad to hear that 🥹🙏🏻🙏🏻❤️❤️

Thank you so soooo much Rachel, I really really appreciate your words 🫶🏻❤️❤️🙏🏻🥹

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Thank you for the feedback 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I wanted to try & not just submit a giant wall of text again and I am glad that worked out 😅 I am really trying to write shorter, more concise poems but it is so hard sometimes to edit yourself!! 😩

Oh John wow thank you so so much for the amazing comment, you can’t believe how much that means to me 🥹🙏🏻❤️❤️ Regarding publishing, I actually recently tried that for the first time but they declined and then all courage left me again 😂

Arrows You watch me undress even though you can’t really see me because my body is a ruin and I have vanished under the rubble. I am writhing under your eyes which might as well be crosshairs, palpitating in this animal carcass that takes up too much space. Bits and pieces of me scatter everywhere like dead skin cells or eyelashes, tiny insignificant things you can wish on but that never come true. This is how I mark my territory, in chewed off fingernails and stray hair bands, careless words and stuttered apologies, sacred beads of spit and blood. This is where I have come to love and to haunt. This is where I will raise a little church. But you can’t really see me now because I’ve gone inside to pray. I am building nests on branches that can’t hold me. And my spine curves like the bent neck of a deer bowing before the hunter’s gun. Like it is trying to tell you something secret. Like it wants to bridge an enormous gap. You only come to watch me unravel so you can hide in the cracks. I am but a bird in the palm of your hand. Just one little twist of your fingers to break its brittle bones. You will only really see me once you dare to lift off the burial shroud and find out that the crumpled cerecloth once upon a time was a wing.

Late but here is my submission for #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched ✨

for @thebrokenspine.co.uk
& @alanparrywriter.co.uk

Thank you ☺️❤️❤️ I think I’m gonna love it, too, it looks like it will be totally my thing 🥰

A photograph of the book The Night Circus on a dark wooden bed table. The book lies on a book bag that has the phases of the moon on it and on the book is a silver bookmark with a crescent moon and on the bookmark is an antique golden key.

#CurrentlyReading

‘The Night Circus’ by Erin Morgenstern

“We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.”

#BookSky 📚 #books

wanting a grief
with a little more substance
sleet in my eyes

#DailyHaikuPrompt (sleet)
#haiku

Snow is covering us. Close your eyes and sleep. Close your eyes and dream.
This is one story. There will be another.

Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods

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poems etched in wind
with the fine tips
of willow leaves

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

A wild grace
with quiet wisdom—
forest mystic.

You’re welcome ☺️❤️✨

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glimlined hooks, sun-set
softwounded silver slick red
on black-fingered night

Very sorry for your loss 🫂

the shy spring night sky
tries to hide her blushing
new moon

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

this morning the snow
hosts of impossible bees
light in their white wings

the way she wears
the morning light
spring lilies

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

Today's Find at MyHaikuPond.com

first plum blossom
that familiar flutter
in my chest

Annie Wilson

The Daily Haiku, Feb. 24, 2026

Image: Plum and Nightingale, Tsuchiya Koitsu (ca. 1940)

Thank you!! ☺️💙🩵✨🫶🏻

evening lament
blue jay beaks weave wreaths
of forget-me-nots

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

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winter moon
Sirius in the night
chases a hare

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#شيخه
#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #poetry #scifaiku