Emma (@emmaboothwriter) — Writer of poetry and fiction, only writes in blue. https://m.facebook.com/Emma-Booth-Writer-2383243935020212/
D Day 
6th June 1944

I heard an echo of a voice,
“Keep your heads down boys!”
A
D Day 6th June 1944 I heard an echo of a voice, “Keep your heads down boys!” And boys and men, fuelled with fear ran in to the seas of red. Brothers all. They fought the fight though many of them fell, blood diluting the great blue seas, on the beach in Normandy. The fight was savage, the battle won, not before the price was paid. Ten thousand men on the longest day, on the beach in Normandy. Now so few still live today. They’ve almost made it home, to reunite with brothers who fell that day, on the beach in Normandy. And when the last few leave this earth, time must remind the world, the price some paid for the freedom won, on the beach in Normandy. Emma Booth #inspiration#poem#poet#poetry#poetrycommunity#writer#writing#writingcommunity#words#wordsmith#history#dday#veterans#forces#brave#remember#ww2#ww2history
06.06.2019 20:44:31
Thin Places

Time passed to me an image 
of a place that used to be, 
a place wh
Thin Places Time passed to me an image of a place that used to be, a place where Heaven and Earth are close, in greyscale yesterday. Places thinning as they age, grow much closer still. Memories of a secret scene, smudged just out of view. And when we’re gone, returned to dirt, our snapshot time is through. Thin places will still smoulder on and hum their thinning tune. I pass to you ‘o precious child, the world as it once was. Gently ease it back to health, and bestow it on with love. This delicate world is tired. Love each and every part, but especially shield the thinnest spots, it’s there that you’ll find its heart. By Emma Booth “Thin places”: sacred places where Heaven and Earth are closer than they usually are. These places are often spiritual places. This poem was written in response to the beautiful pin hole images by Kate Myers (@ka.te7941 ). She used a hand made pin hole camera to capture thin places. Using this technique only captures that which doesn’t move, that which will still stand a hundred years from now. These images will be on display in an exhibition at The University of Bolton from 6th June 2019. #writer#nature#poem#poet#poetry#poetrycommunity#poetsofinstagram#words#writer#writing#writersofinstagram#writingcommunity#art#photography#blackandwhite#wordsmith#poeticsighs#thinplaces#pagan#spiritual#spirituality#beauty#beautiful#student#ekphrastic#inspiration
30.05.2019 15:51:42
The master of the
freshly ironed canvass,
commands the space
I’m lost within.
Bo
The master of the freshly ironed canvass, commands the space I’m lost within. Bound and small as grumbling clouds roll in, they somehow claim the painfully dry stretch. Rich Inky hues as the storm gathers. A rumble of thunder seen only with eyes. Breath catches as the land shivers. Darkness gathers, heavy and full, promising relief, but still, not yet. The ground pulsates, hungry and raw. Needing the storm. Desperate. The earth howls in heady exhaltation as the rain finally falls and washes away the high expectation of the long hot day. #5daysoferos#poet#poem#writer#poetry#writing#nature#writingchallenge#poetrycommunity#writingprompt#writingcommunity#love
28.05.2019 23:35:20
Tonight, I attended the Walt Whitman bicentennial event at Bolton Museum. I am a
Tonight, I attended the Walt Whitman bicentennial event at Bolton Museum. I am absolutely thrilled to see my work up on the wall. This poem is in response to David Hockney’s etch called ‘in despair’. Hockney created it in response to Whitman’s poetry, I created my poem from Hockney’s response..... if that makes any sense! 😂 anyway, I like seeing my work and name up for people to see 😊 #waltwhitman#poet#poems#poetrycommunity#poetry#poem#lgbt#writer#writing#words#proud#happy#love#writingcommunity
23.05.2019 19:17:04
Look what just arrived! I found an absolute bargain a few weeks back. Hand dated
Look what just arrived! I found an absolute bargain a few weeks back. Hand dated inside at 1919, this book is 100 years old. My new copy of Children’s and Household Tales by Jackob and Wilhelm Grimm, first published in 1812....... I get that no one else will get why I love it.... but I do 🖤 My other copy is almost new so this is pretty special 😍 #happy#bookstagram#book#fairytale#grimm#antique#vintage#childrensbooks#childrensstories#love#excited
20.05.2019 09:57:16
I was thrilled to have my first work published on Thursday. My short story, ‘The
I was thrilled to have my first work published on Thursday. My short story, ‘The Impossible Promise’ was published in this year’s ‘The Bolton Review’ ..... quite like seeing my name in print 😁 #writer#writing#fiction#bolton#boltonuniversity#creativewriting#theboltonreview#published#words#happy#proud#shortstory#shortstorywriter#marriage#heartbreak
06.05.2019 08:01:41
#Thisisnotconsent

The shortest of skirts, 
An expanse of smooth thigh.
Touching
#Thisisnotconsent The shortest of skirts, An expanse of smooth thigh. Touching you, next to you, As we sit and converse. Is not consent. Plump firm breasts, You could lose yourself in, Framed in a valley of silk, Thrust towards you in an enhancing bra. Is not consent. Touching your leg. Teasing with lust filled eyes. Had too much to drink, Had far too much to drink. Is not consent. Hot hard frenzy. Tasting your lip with my teeth. Quickening breath. Gasps. Between. Urgent. Kisses. Is not consent. Big knickers, little knickers Tiny lace thongs. No fucking knickers. No fucking clothes. Is not consent. Please note well: She doesn’t need to say ‘no’, Unless she says ‘yes’ It is not consent. By Emma Booth Performed at The Bolton Showcase - 2nd May 2019.#writingprompt#writingprompts#poetry#poet#poems#poetrycommunity#consent#thisisnotconsent#girl#feminist#oralpoetry#love#writing#writer
02.05.2019 21:30:46
In Despair, David Hockney 1966

There is a place of mundane sin,
rural coastline
In Despair, David Hockney 1966 There is a place of mundane sin, rural coastlines submit to waves, big waves that swell and rise and push, change the polite, neat edge of folk. Relentless waves, righteous and real. Tired but pound again and again. Wear down the crumbling, old front line and forge a new, accepting edge. You can swim there now in seas of love, without the fear of being drowned. New streams and lakes appear on maps and friendship grows along their banks. And so we live the life we earned, make lazy love while the coffee brews. File sharp chins and morning breath, are spoils of the war we fought. By Emma Booth #poetry#poet#poetrycommunity#poems#poem#poemsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#writer#writerscommunity#davidhockney#art#artist#waltwhitman#queerpoetry#lgbt#pride#hockney#ekphrasticpoetry
23.04.2019 14:20:00
The Lady of Paris - 15th April 2019

And when the gargoyles left their post
eigh
The Lady of Paris - 15th April 2019 And when the gargoyles left their post eight hundred years of history fell, her pagan foundations smothered in ash as her gothic heart gave way to flames. A forest of timber in her roof fed the flames that danced so high, thoughts and prayers had no effect, as the heart of Paris burned through the night. And in the streets, the people wept. Religions joined to watch as one, lovers, poets, old and young, watched in silence as she fell. And in the morning’s hazy light, the gothic vessel smouldered still, her skeleton bare, ancient but true, ravaged and battered but still she stood. France will rebuild this noble place. The Lady of Paris will dance again. The future’s children will sit and learn, about the fire of Notre Dame. By Emma Booth #notredame#poetry#poetsofinstagram#poem#poetry#poetrycommunity#poetsofinstagram#instapoetry#fire#writing#writersofinstagram#writer#paris#france#words#instagood#instagram#art#black#blackandwhite
17.04.2019 16:26:18
Mother’s Day walk 🖤 #motherhood #family #mum #mothersday
31.03.2019 12:52:17
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