Serious Poem – Monday Morning

Inspired by a reading of Philip Larkin’s poem, ‘High Windows’, within his anthology of the same name, whilst struggling to come to terms with a Monday morning – helped, in part, by a pot of tea in a Waitrose cafe.


Spilling milk, and feeling jugged, I gather up my teapot, spilling

water – hot, on fingers immune


to heat, and pain, but still


anxious – shaking, spilling,

wasting time


wasting time





Stomach churns,

head hurts, –



Sprogs at school,

no work to call, to hear my rumbles, to watch me



What now?

Pot of tea and Larkin’s words:

‘High windows’ –

brought down



Limping feet – pass

by, under window bar,

topless of torso, like plastic – the legs of a doll

snapped off from real life, just ambling along, limping, painless,                             detached.




Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 17th October 2019


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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.

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