Poetry Roundup — January 2026

My public writing exercises have been sporadic (at best) since the demise of Twitter… But a critical mass of that writing community has now anointed Bluesky the heir apparent, so 2026 finally brings more short-form work.

Prompt: Unmoored (vss365)

A vessel I wrought
of intention and dream
sits scuttled below
(an inept submarine)
And all that remains
as I weep on the pier
is the mooring and rope
that once anchored her there
I’d unmoor her, I should
a gift to the sea
for the seasons have turned
and she’s anchoring me


Prompt: Thrum (vss365)

Each sibilant
sprays from your tongue
with such
vanity and vitriol

You are the stone-thrower
the self-proclaimed genius
dicksplaining from the back—
but absent for the real work

The tedious thrum of
all your ruinous rage
sickens me


Prompt: Cusp (vss365)

She liked a life less languid
so she auctioned off her soul
The demons offered riches
but adventure was her goal:
She scuffed the ritual circle
tore the veil open wide
and there upon the #cusp of worlds
’tis said she never died


Prompt: Ruse (vss365)

“It is a panacea
a balm for any ill
and yours for only P&P”
But then I got the bill

And yes it’s true, I didn’t dwell
on bodily distress
poring over fine print
untangling the mess

Confronted with my evidence
he
admitted to a fiction
apologised sincerely—
then sold me a subscription


Prompt: Ruse (vss365)

I make my bed
so why are you always
lying
in it?


Prompt: Slip (vss365)

A slip of an idea
took flight and
plunged earthward
more down than feather

But a stray eye snagged
on its fledgling form
catching it, considering…

Until once again
it was thrust from the nest
before its time


Prompt: Drizzle (vss365)

I wouldn’t consider you
a downpour
a torrent
or
even a shower
More of an
incipient drizzle
seeping into
weekend plans
and muddying
my shoes


Prompt: Wane (vss365)

Jackboots stomped
the dying fire—
crushing coals into muddy mounds
as sullen smoke
announced the end—
then shuffled away
leaving only ashes

except

except
that single ember
borne on the breeze

who still carries
the hope of flame


Prompt: Wane (vss365)

The codecs are invalid now
the audio unclear
and resolution dismal
not much to see or hear
I play it over anyway
and long for all I lack
with each repeat the memory wanes
a steady fade to black


Prompt: Bend (vss365)

You would have me bend
But I despise false idols—
and your golden lies


Prompt: Loom(vss365)

What waits beyond this utterance
Where Inattention looms?
When purpose falls to happenstance
and nihilism blooms;
So voice again
in present tense
these self-fulfilling curses—
another song of innocence
proclaims its final verses

Requisite Words 24 – Taking Thomas Hardy on Faith

After a very 2020 hiatus, we’re back with two of Thomas Hardy’s poems, God’s Funeral and The Darkling Thrush.

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Requisite Words 23 – Shakespeare’s Sonnet 127

This episode we share the first of Shakespeare’s Sonnets to the Dark Lady, Sonnet 127, alongside a brief contextual reading of the piece.

This episode was inspired by Patrick Stewart’s A Sonnet a Day initiative, which has been a source of much delight in recent months, but overlooked this one piece during a break.

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Poetry Roundup – August 2020

I’m publishing (on average) a short piece per day on Twitter, including a mix of poetry and prose, so I’m posting a “highlights reel” here, and the rest can be found on my profile, @PeterRavlich. Edit: I deleted my Twitter content following unethical behaviour by the platform’s new ownership, and the prospect of having my work harvested to train proprietary Large Language Models.

From 2026, my short-form public work is now published on Bluesky, with many of the former writing community from Twitter.

If you enjoy ultra short form work, there are hundreds of other poets and writers creating moments of delight, tension, wonder and bravery, most consistently using the hashtag #vss365.


Prompt: Swoon (vss365)

You are so
far
beyond me
in every
single dimension—
I can’t even


Prompt: Flutter (Poetryin13)

That sweet
lub-dub was
so sufficient—
but feeling
this flutter
is bittersweet
bliss


Prompt: Integer (vss365)

In your influence
I feel
infinite
and yet constrained
Ordered
only to your orbit
where I’m dying
to remain
Count my singular
resolve
and salve this pain


Prompt: Concern (painfulprompts)

There are only four chambers
inside this heart
but I can’t seem to find
my way out


Prompt: Triangle (vss365)

The first is a fragile instant—
A heart is surrendered and won
The second a cognitive frisson
A deft dalliance is begun
The third is the angle unchallenged
Who toys with the others in turn
He’ll posture and pout as misdeeds echo out
But never be ready to learn


Prompt: Commute (vss365)

Everything you are to me
an absolute anomaly
in isolation can’t exist
(the pun misplaced but accurate)—
This is a sum that can’t be split
the product is inviolate
no cognitive coherence how
you’ve come to populate my now

But I’m glad


Prompt: Complex (vss365)

You say you’re
simple—
so simple

maybe it’s the word
that’s insufficient

maybe it’s me

because simple

has never meant
so much


Prompt: Field (vss365)

A heart is not a book
but a library
Where the authors each submit
a single tome
Whose pages leave us shook
and sad, and teary
But where sometimes we still sit
to dream of home


Prompt: Vector (vss365)

Turn my key until it binds
and point me down a stumbled line
I’ll be your rusting soldier
til the end
And when that final spring unwinds
my clockwork heart, my whole design
will be no single fraction colder—
For I’ve had you as a friend


Prompt: Calculus (vss365)

You nudge me
unexpectedly
and sometimes
off the edge—
how is one to
ascertain
these rates
of change?

If I were in
any way a smart
predictor I would
hedge—
It is not at all
unpleasant
but it’s strange.


Prompt: iff (vss365)

I just can’t see a case
that tests for true

When something ill-defined
and ephemeral is
lost
what do you weigh?

I know it’s my fault
But not how
when I can’t
be false
again


Prompt: Vector (vss365)

I have value
I know
and volition – a vector
so why
does my verse
tend
to zero
on you?


Prompt: Enhance (vss365)

If wishes
worked—
even once
You’d be unafraid
still perfect
but content
too

Requisite Words 22 – Shakespeare’s better foot

We attempt to balance out the bawdy and bluest of the Bard with a few of his nicer Sonnets.

Featuring Sonnets 17, 18, 19 and 29.

Transcript follows below.

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Transcript

You’re listening to this pod, so you’re likely familiar with Patrick Stewart‘s recent “a sonnet a day” initiative, where he’s working his way through performing all 154 of Shakespeare’s Sonnets.

For the last week, I’ve been summarising each of those daily poems for my wife, who is incredibly patient with me, but less so with Shakespearean language and idiom.

Unfortunately, Sir Patrick is currently up to Sonnet 95, and this part of the sequence, while containing some beautiful works, is also deeply paranoid and potentially anxiety-inducing.

So with far too much context there, I’d like to share a few of the more uplifting and just generally lovely sonnets from Shakespeare’s sequence, along with what I’ve been calling the Lisa Versions.

I’m certain I’ve shared Sonnet 18 before, and it’s the best known of Shakespeare’s sonnets, but I’d like to start with it and 17.

The early part of Shakespeare’s sequence is an appeal for the speaker’s beloved “young man” to procreate and in doing so immortalise his beauty.

In a precedent that will continue through the sequence, the speaker then attempts to find an alternate solution: what if the young man does not have children? How can his beauty be immortalised?

Sonnet 17 is an attempt to impose a dual solution, and might be seen as a bridge from “go forth and multiply” to “I’m an amazing writer, I can just preserve you here -” but ideally, let’s do both and build in some redundancy.

Sonnet 18, as the most famous of the sonnets today, is both signifier and signified: it is the single enduring image of Shakespeare’s young man sequence, which is precisely what it posits.

Sonnet 17

Sonnet 18

And I can’t stop there, because 19 is also an amazing piece.

To recap, we’ve gone from “have children to keep your beauty in this world,” to “well, my poems can help too,” to perhaps a sudden realisation that genetics aren’t always predictable, so let’s double down on the poetry.

In 19, we again go a step further: now that 18 has established a permanent
“save point” for the beloved, the speaker gets cocky and decides to taunt Time, placing the beloved explicitly beyond its reach.

Sonnet 19

I’ll conclude this episode with Sonnet 29, in which the speaker attempts to describe the disparity between the value of being loved and of all worldly aspirations. It celebrates the power of love to grant transcendence, and to fundamentally and utterly reframe the world for the better. Sonnet 25 follows a similar theme, but is more militaristic, and while the tone is darker, I find this one more heartfelt.

Sonnet 29