Sun-Fuelled on the A134

{Egged on by the rising sun, as I confronted the usual early-morning drive to work, on the A134, I felt the compulsion to capture my thoughts in words. Unfortunately, time and the expectations of others, did not allow me to stop by the roadside to take a photograph, or put pen to paper. But, the following day, whilst indulging in egg and chips at my local greasy-spoon cafe, the words returned …}

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Work-driven and fogged,
my reluctant brain
fast forwards,
half-past the hour
of seven’s sun.

Church steeple stabs
clouds netted mists,
whilst huddled homes
hang
low.

Orange-red netball,
still pushing,
leaps – and is caught;
ensnared and snapping,
red-hot and burnt.

Captured hope.

Fast-forward –
the spider feeds
on its lady.

Florescent glow of
lady’s heart
bleeds out, bursting –
through fringe of trees.

I fast-forward on
to drudged labour,
fuelled up
and feasted.

Hopeful.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018