http://slow.writerscafe.org/newcourte The original writings of author Emomoemi Johnson Newcourt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775943000 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Creaking, the thistles tumbledTo the ground - as of that thud on Pluto. Breaking, the thorns thawedAs a wicked zephyr throttled Nature's pipes;My watch crumbled, wormed through the shaky wicket.Watch that latch give way!Reeking of a stench whistles cringe fromThe sodden mound grumb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newcourte/2116178/ I shall kiss the East wind,Fall upon his garment.I shall snuggle up to self-loss,Go to the stars. - See more at: http://www.voicesnet.com/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=291223#sthash.A7dwhbVM.dpuf http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newcourte/1862292/ Frail was whenNezugbo winced, rose-thorn In hand, pricked when last nightRolled up amid the loud silenceOf a tumbling rock Flinched at the deep's recedingRefrainIll was where He mumbled frosty wordsTransfixed to his pee-wet matThe walls whispering Whimpering hands steadying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newcourte/1838988/ I swept the dusty windsfar beyond the burning horizonsthe desert mothers have fed the storms with floating fearswith bloated tears they've calledfor you and waited with the gloat of a cynic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newcourte/1835095/ It's a protest poem against child marriages in some cultures. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newcourte/1834045/