Savvy Poem – The Conwy Worm




Drawbridge up –

forever closed,

we hear the tune,

and follow.


No choice,

but to burrow



No alternative,

but to root ourselves in for the long haul.


I feel the sharpness of the spade

as it chops this worm in two

regurgitating us forward into

the light, as we bundle-up and











Edward’s 24th Great Grandson receives his specs!


Copyright of text and photos owned by Jay Cool, August 2019




Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images from Pixabay


61: Return to Chilton

The Declaration

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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