emmajoy : Writing

..  how it must be

.. how it must be

A Poem by emmajoy


an old beloved wouldn't hurt a fly ...
Fame... at last!

Fame... at last!

A Poem by emmajoy


still sorting old posts because the muse has lost its way..
.. except for the man who grew leeks and tatties

.. except for the man who grew leeks and tatties

A Poem by emmajoy


a moan and a groan, long since written, amended, misguided - and more..
..  a right wild witch

.. a right wild witch

A Poem by emmajoy


a crisp Friday cuss after waking too early for now but too late for then .. a pickled puzzlement for toasted fruity tea.cake and sweet strong Java
trying to find what, who, why and for....

trying to find what, who, why and for....

A Poem by emmajoy


An ancient scribble but had a fictional face-lift.. unlike me who probably needs one!