Reluctant bridge
crawls across from December into
January
failing to tip
me off
as the tips of my fingers reach out and hold on
s t r e t c h e d
whole
wholly reluctant
full of holes
and
unretractable.
Not for the first time, I have the feeling of being holy –
goddessed into 2019.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019
Inspired by the poem ‘January’, by Helen Hunt Jackson.
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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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