‘Hand’ image courtesy of

Let me go to the window

Where the rainfall sloshes from joint
Of broken pipe
Down eggshell-cracked rendering
Of outer wall
Let me feel a little life
Where my teardrops slip-slide from whites
Of bloodshot sight
Down eggshell-cracked rendering
Of outer skin
Give me a lover
O you gods that sit and give
The old new wonders.
Give me passion, lust and steam.
Don’t shut me in.
Let me out through the window
To join in with the dream-shapes of fortune.
So that I might use my wit and my cunning
To break the long loneliness.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2018
Inspired by ‘At a Window’ by Carl Sandberg, as featured on Poem-A-Day.

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.

One thought on “Eggshell

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: