Mind the Gap

White-gloved, a flower head beckons and directs
me towards the     gap.
I look and I
don’t mind the
don’t mind being directed, bossed
at, waved over, and persuaded by
the delicate, by the fragile, by a neck
by one sweep of a gentle breeze
to follow, to fall-flow, and to bleed




Copyright of text and photography 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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