Me To You


What am I to you now?


Just a blip in your spotless record?

A haphazard mistake, scribbled out?

A first draft screwed (up), and trashed?

A dull detour from your crazy-paved path?


Perhaps I am The One who got away?

The erasure that left a gap in your fairytale?

A glimmer of inspiration too hastily discarded?

The U-turn that drove you to disorientation?


Do you avoid thought of me,

Or am I scrubbed clean from your memory?

Do you regret me…

Or rejecting me?


Emma H, age 26, 15/03/2017

This poem is somewhat intended as a “sequel” to my previous poem Questions for the First – click to read!


Misery Monday – A Haiku – Guest Blogger


The rain thunders down,

People run around like clowns

In a bleak dark town.


Michael E, age 27, 01/06/2017




So this poem is the first attempt at a haiku by my boyfriend, Mike, and he insisted that I share it with you all 🙂 Let us know if you enjoyed it! At least the weather today is somewhat more pleasant than the scene described…

Into Darkness – #writephoto



Tabitha gazed out over the land. Darkness was descending, painting the valley in a palette of smudged grey-blues and faint iridescence. The navy silhouettes of ghostly trees breached an eerie fog that had rolled in with the twilight. Tabitha knew that this was no natural fog; its milky thickness and defined shape indicated the presence of magic, there to conceal all manner of Dark deeds. She felt her skin prickle and fingertips tingle anticipatively.

Her mother had warned her not to come. Sure, her powers were strong, but they were uncontrolled, and that made them corruptible. But for many weeks Tabitha’s prophetic dreams had shown her the nightmarish consequences of acquiescing to her mother’s pleas, and she was not prepared risk her future by reining herself in. She would go out in a blaze, be it of glory, or of her own destruction.

Creeping through the trees, Tabitha felt icy tendrils of vapour caress her face and wind around her limbs, chilling her to the bone. Her path ahead was claustrophobic and cloudy, a dense wall of fog bearing down upon her. But she urged herself onwards, determined to master her fear and uncertainty. After some time, the mists evanesced, revealing a large clearing embellished with floating candles. In the centre stood the man she sought: the Dark sorcerer Noch-ri. Eyes closed, he was dressed in a granite-coloured robe, unkempt silver beard resting on his chest. He muttered incantations beneath his breath, violet sparks erupting violently and intermittently from his hands. Tabitha approached stealthily, footsteps hushed by moss, heart in her mouth. Her destiny would be defined by this very moment.

Suddenly the hovering candles roared with pillars of flame. The sorcerer’s eyes snapped open, locking onto Tabitha’s with an intense stare.

“I knew you would come,” he whispered.

For a few moments Tabitha was silent, willing her pounding heart to calm. Then her face broke into a sly smile.

“It was never in doubt.”

The Dark warlock nodded and motioned for her to come closer.

“Let me show you the true depths of your power,” he urged, “Together, we will be unstoppable. Don’t hold back, set yourself free!”

Tabitha strode forward, indigo irises afire, and allowed her irrepressible magic to course through her veins, bursting from her fingertips in streaks of purple lightning. She raised her hands triumphantly causing amethyst flames to rain from the skies, igniting the skeletal trees. The ground shook and rumbled as she rose into the air on a throne of acrid black smoke, embracing her fiery chaos, her cataclysmic power.

This was going to be fun.

Emma H, age 26, 21/06/2017


Sue’s beautifully mysterious Twilight photo prompt this week prompted me to think of evil and magic… I rushed this piece out last night so it’s not my greatest work, but hopefully you’ve enjoyed it 🙂


After the goodbye

You were unfaltering in your silence,

Unswerving, unwavering,

Whilst I clawed at my heart

In frantic desperation,

Searching for answers unspoken,

Apologies unoffered,

Wondering if you cared,

If you spared

A single thought for me,

But I was left unknowing.

I had always imagined

That you would find it torturous,


But instead you were

Uncommitted, unrestricted,

Revelling in your new-found space.

So your deathly silence

Was unrepented unlove,

And I wept emerald tears,

Devastated and envious,

At your unhindered happiness

Without me.


Emma H, age 26, 20/03/2017