The Laughing Barnacles

An inspirational garden scene!
Renewed by
seaweed cloak, I gallop out from
inland home,
determined and brave, and
seeking to find,
the coast,
the home of my barnacle ancestors, and
my old friend, my fellow
Salopian –
Darwin.
But, I’m held back, my path barred by
a washing line, and
no feet,
no mare to mount, and
no means
to run.
Footless, I    f l o a t …
And my barnacles, safe –
secure in their rocky stuck-ness –
footed –
laugh!
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2018

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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