The Flood

The floods are coming to mark an end to my break –
to dream days in my terraced cabin.
I heed the neighbour’s warnings and move on out,
lingering on wood-slatted patio – watching
the last one leave.

Still time, I think, to step back in –
still time to gather up my things –
my pencils, brushes and notebooks.

Still time to float.

Feet dangling, I sit on patio edge,
dipping my toes into salty-water
waves slapping.

I’m floating.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool

Inspired by ‘Portraitures & Erasures’ by Chiwan Choi.
Image from (Creative Commons).


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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