http://slow.writerscafe.org/EmmaWilcockson The original writings of author Emma Ruth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046173 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As dawn arrived, she griggled and crithed from a misty slepth,Creary and Brieyed,She stared into the bolgrith mide;The Shadroth remained in her sinde... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1854794/ “What a thunderous noise”, she said“It’s only the tick chasing the tock around your head” “I wish they wouldn’t!” she shouted“There’s nothing to be done about it…” “Well, can’t I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1854533/ Rooted I amCultivated to be the way I should beUnable to grow, unable to roamRooted I amLittle tea tree  But who are you?Why do you stay?Here with me, cultivated and prunedYou have no roots, you are not like me;Be on your way -You are not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1854530/ Themoon shone so brightItawoke me in the nightShiningthrough my window paneExplodedin droplets of rainItshared its glow with my soulAfterlife had took its tollAndI slept after thatUndermy celestial acrobat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1854529/ Observations: Subject 1 :The Girl Who Drowned .                     In her chronic sighs and water-loggedeyes            .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1831973/  I sit silent, serene, pristinekeyed:Everything is black and white.My strings are still, as myindifferent will;All is calm, tranquil, Until… You press your nimble fingers tomy ivory,Gently so at first;C major, four / four time -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1321552/ Never marry an emotion named love,He is beautiful and charming,But he is a pure white dove - He loves to fly... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1174196/ My thoughts are breathing, alive...But my words; they're dead inside.Congested in my head,My salvation left unsaid,The groom at the alter with no bride...Stillborn they are,Haunting me endlessly,As time plods on, dragging me,Hunting me relentlessly.They're wild;They've become my feral child,Left coo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1174194/ Running through the rain;Of course I am insane.Do not bother me with questions of my sanity,Just tell me who’s to blame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1119266/ And hence allured to such a steep fallBy the artists’ pulchritudinous architecture,Which emancipated the bounden wanderer, With the dark, shut eyes of deep conjecture,To dream serene of faith so keen,That two true hearts in good due time could reconvene. Si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1119265/ Building a boat,Building my raft,To keep me afloat, ‘Keep me from drowning’ She laughed. Hush, hush, The veil of sanity blows freely, unwieldyOn the beckoning wind, Who whispers ‘unhinge’,To the tear-stained, pris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1074040/ March, marching, breathing; holding hands.Clear midnight sky,star for every sigh,Quiet, insignificant corner where we stand… Passers stare, the world intrigued - people want to see;A taxi may veer…Yet no one’s here;Under this adorned velvet cove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1034832/ Two Foxes I saw two foxes in the canal today,But they weren’t strugglingAnymore.To their death they were surely wooed,Drowned in the murky waters of the man-made river below.Their vibrant red drained and their bushy tails subdued,Dead amongst the pieces o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1034649/ Humpty Dumpty              The earlymorning sun shone brightly, golden like an egg yolk.  Averting his eyes from the blinding light ofthis mockery, he allowed them to drift slowly down the clear, blue sky and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1034620/ Larry The Snail It was that time of year again when Larry the snail had tosit down at his desktop computer and summon the patience to shop around oncemore for the best shell insurance renewal deals.  He received competitive quotes from Comparethe Sale (not to be confused .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1034617/ Adapted text http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1032004/ I hate youI hate youAnd the pain that you cause,With your violating roam,World-wide Stockholm Syndrome… Your smell of deathWhich sticks in my throat,Speading your fatal disease,Collecting your unsuspecting entities…Dragging them down into th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1031989/ A story about friendship...and roughing up pigeons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1030428/ A poem about a hedgehog...named Hercules http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1030420/ A poem inspired by the tragic and untimely passing of a fruit fly named Marvin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaWilcockson/1030418/