A Sunday Stretch


Waking up to the sun, I think I should go for a walk.

But, I don’t.

Instead, I bring the sun into my home and my being.

To go magenta red, or mango orange?

Big decision.

I mix the magenta with the mango and shake.

No decision needed.

I emerge from pink pool at one with the sun.


I am the same colour as my t-shirt.


Rich, polished and of high quality.

I stand under a sunbeam, and prepare to admire

my mirror-image self.

Rusty. Leaky. And cast in iron.

I stretch out my wings

and soar.


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019

Image by Patrick Routledge from Pixabay

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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