as if noble houses had never been corrupt.

Women were likely, as women, to take the next generation’s part, not this one’s; they wove the links men saw as chains, the bonds men saw as bondage.

dear princes and princesses, I am thrilled to announce that the enchanting era of fairy tales has finally come to a close!

Float on. #art #ink #skull #skullart #manga

oh so roundish.

sorry, you'll still find me laughing in the corner.

you know: all those years we could have spent together.

ever considered being a genius?

16/2/26 - nocturn

and yes, I am not angry anymore. for a while.

clouds on the horizon I think of myself an island #haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (cloud)

Mysterious Sky

let us remain unknown.

hmm maybe I do want someone to teach me needles

humble I was, yesterday.

time and space, do you feel it?

accidentally harboured a feeling.

very chumbawamba of me to get knocked down but i get up again

I had the privilege of hearing Michael Longley read this poem at what was his last reading. Enda, his wife of 60 years, was sitting in the 2nd row listening to every word 'dawn and dusk can kiss once a year' Cloudberry kisses #poetry #poemoftheday #valentinesday

what a fuckin genius. youtu.be/Xu8Xm4gpDP8?...

rock it to the bang.

Post a banger that isn’t in English www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8OR...

12/2/26 - nocturn

some send too many hearts, some too few.

listening to the eloquent sound of the sea.

and a simple 'I like you' can open up worlds.

you see, there's no coming back from where we ended.

WHAT A SONG. youtu.be/WKg73qIKHF4?...

i’m watching bridgerton and like

some people never stop being offended.

love, what a beautiful masquerade.

keep philology queer, it's etymology not het-ymology

everything by Anne Carson is a single perceptive distillation with floating rhythm and disruptive melody.

phone date over 2 hours, a whirlwind of information and emotion. wished it never ended.

people need a narrative voice.

wish you were real.

My father worked in the Belfast Shipyard. My grandfather too, he helped build the Titanic As a boy I remember him coming home soaked, standing in front of the fire, steam rising off him I wonder were there days, before I came along, when my mother greeted him like the poet #poetry #poemoftheday

Realistic Optimism™️

5 jobs I have had: • photo model for a business hotel with seminar centre—photographer loved the expressiveness of my face • archaeological excavation assistant—the trowel becomes your best friend in the mud • reviewer for audiobook manuscripts—unbelievable what people think is worth telling

Can’t get warm.

Some quick fire drawings that are this months Patreon rewards. Very lucky to have such amazing people who support my work.

ah fuck. accidentally cooked a animorph

always remember to live your reality.

and yes, you can borrow my dreams.

birthday wishes to your beloved: heat up the system by 10 degrees.

Axioms speak louder than words.

only lovers left behind.

Robyn Lea, The Shoes of Jackson Pollock www.robynleaphotography.com