Confronted –
a crook of a man too cool to be constant, all
cooked up inside, and lacking a conscience –
colours.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019
Image by Klaus Hausmann from Pixabay
Rufescent: A Cool-Red Poem
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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. View more posts
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