Quirky, odd, miseverstood, she clutches at
the clouds that cuddle and clasp
the cords that knot together the
pylons that p u l l a p a r t
the pieces of themselves
with prancing.
Words and image by Jay Cool, February 2023
Miseverstood
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSilly-Savvy Poems, Something PoemsTags:author, expressionism, free verse, humour, Indie, poem, poetry, silly, Suffolk, surrealism
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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. View more posts
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