Purple Berry

‘Purple Berry’ photograph by Jay Cool

Purple berry’s twisted fate.
Dried, dying, dangling,
midst cherry pinks.

Thirsty channel’s wearied weight
Stretched, straining, slipping,
t’wards motley greens.

Salmon ball-gown’s awkward gait,
Flustered, flipping, falling
‘mongst tawny golds.

Middling ladies’ tired fate.
Dried, dying, dangling
midst hoary whites

of ageing, ancient, trite old men –
the last-chance hosts of autumn.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 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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