Savvy Poem – Rhyl


Grandness barred

cut off

from rewards and renovations.


Syringes injecting

into the sandy grasslands

the remnants of young

lives attempted.


Young eyes ringed in

dark shadows,

seek change,

asking – not hoping –

for a chance.


Cashing themselves in

for a second stab

of the wire cutters,

even as the maintenance guys

hammer nails into the never-ending rows of

chipboard coffins.


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 6th August, 2019

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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