Blood-Tipped: A Savvy Poem




High forehead, raised eyebrow and eyes









into the soul of the viewer;

intelligent,  curious – perceptive, even?

But smudge-tipped nose and smoky knuckles,

reveal the barriers within –

foggy knots blocking coherent thoughts,

foggy knots struggling to hold together

the blood-tipped soul of

the sitter.



Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019

Portrait photographed, with kind permission of staff, at Cosy Club in Ipswich.




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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