Questions For the First


Do you ever still think of me?

Do I cross your mind like this?

Do you reminisce about our memories?

Do you remember our last kiss?


Do you sometimes have flashbacks

Of our conversations, smiles?

Do small things trigger images

That distract you for a while?


Do you recall the laughter?

Do you relive the pain?

Do you remember your deafening silence

That killed me again and again?


Do you think of me fondly

And regret how we fell apart?

Or is it just relief you feel

That I’m no longer in your heart?


Do you ever yearn to speak to me

To catch up and converse?

To discuss how things once might have been,

For better or for worse?


Funny how from such closeness

We became strangers anew;

We once were distant physically,

Now our lives are distant too.


Emma H, age 26, 10/02/2017

Puppy Love

You strung me along

A puppet on a string

Doting puppy on a leash

A boomerang to fling

You demanded ditties

And promptly I would sing

In my eyes you were regal

You reigned my life as king

I wanted us to work

So I gave my everything

You took all you could get

Consumed all I could bring

Gave nothing in return

And this the bitter sting

You left me there stripped bare

Devoid of anything.


Emma H, age 26, 15/03/2017

Petrified – #writephoto



“How long are we

To stand so still,

Statuesque and

Mute?” said Bill.


“We must hide our


Or risk our capture,”

Explained Lee.


“In stillness they

See only stone;

They look, but leave

Us on our own.


But if we move

Our disguise goes

And our dwarfish form

Then clearly shows.


We must protect

Our brethren few

For if we’re caught

They’ll find them too.


And who knows then

How they might act;

Humans beings are

Not known for tact.”


So, afraid to stir

They’re standing there

Still to this day,

That dwarfish pair.


One day you’ll maybe

Pass them by;

There’s more to some rocks

Than meets the eye…

Emma H, age 26, 15/04/2017

Poem in response to Sue Vincent’s Enigma #writephoto photographic prompt. Like most other contributors I can definitely see figures in the pictured stones! Great fuel for the imagination, thanks to Sue.