Prosecco Rain – A Savvy Poem

(Contains a Waterstone’s link to an associated book, for which, if you choose to buy, the author of this post will receive a small commission.)

Prosecco Rain

The soft fizz of Prosecco rain at last

blocks out the rumbles

of a stationary engine left r u n n i n g, grumbling, stuttering and stumbling, stabbing and slicing.

Seconds of a soul regained until a crow, circling, caws out its truncated warning


the crunch and pop of pebbles – protesting at tyres r o l l i n g –

crushes me


Copyright owned by Jay Cool

Inspired by the attempted reading of Mary Webb‘s essay, ‘The Joy of Music’, whilst sheltering from the rain in the comfort of my Dacia. Am I the only person who finds it annoying beyond insanity, when other roadrunners, have the cheek to invade a public carpark, to park up alongside you and keep their engines running, and their playlist blaring, whilst you are trying to read a good book?

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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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