Mounting up in my upside-down world.
A pile of sticky mass threatening to consume me, crowding me out of my hiding place.
Time to leave, to re-emerge into learning.
It drags me in by a single strand of my hair.
Eyelids unable to open, cheekbones redefined, ears silent.
Sir’s voice; my learning; me –
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
Image by Gisela Merkuur 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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