Savvy Poem – The Conwy Worm

 

 

 

Drawbridge up –

forever closed,

we hear the tune,

and follow.

 

No choice,

but to burrow

under.

 

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

drop

right

into

the

dark

depths

of

Conwy.

 

dungeon

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

 

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