Rainbow Frowns: A Storm Poem

A response to BBC News (25 March 2020) reports about children, in the UK, displaying their rainbow artwork in their windows: symbols of hope during the Coronavirus pandemic.   Frowns stuck in windows dressed up colour palettes red, yellow, pink, green, orange and purple looking out at birds soaring in the clear-blue ceiling of an…

Savvy-Storm Poem – Unable

Inspiration taken from the poem ‘Migration’ by Jenny George (Poem-A-Day website) Unable Red leaves assemble in the tree that licks the sky above my house long tongues wagging, pointing and gloating at me Now you know, they say. Now you know what it is, to be fixed, immoveable,  and unable          …

Storm Diary 4 – Despair

Monday 9th March 2020 Middle Sprog – the sick one – very pleased to be off school missing his Maths mock exam; not so pleased about his sore throat. Another symptom of Coronavirus? Or does he know about my secret stash of lemon and honey lozenges? Who knows? NHS 111 is busy! Youngest Sprog not…

Savvy-Storm Poem – An Unseen Enemy

Inspired by the poem ‘Knives Whistle’ by Sherwin Bitsui (Poem-A-Day website)   A hand reaches to touch longing for a touch of the softness of others but finding only the air of nothingness withdrawing from reality the hand reaches for the hardness of all that is still left plug, switch, keyboard, touchpad, mouse finding only…

Storm Diary 3 – Coping

Sunday 9th March 2020 Earlier this afternoon, Hubby returned from his lad’s walking hol, blustering into the house, making a mad dash for the upstair’s loo and, in the process, undoing the fine job I did on disinfecting the banister. Why? Why use the loo upstairs, when there is a perfectly good one downstairs? And…

Storm Diary 2 – Zealot!

Saturday 8th March, 2020 Sprog 2 woke me up at an unearthly hour (7.30am) to inform me that he felt dizzy and shivery. Self-isolation? Spent rest of the day being a zealot. Washed my hands – lots. Disinfected door handles, taps, switches, banisters, car keys, etc. – lots! Gave Sprog 2 strict instructions to stay…

Storm Diary 1 – Pathetic?

Friday 6th March 2020 Panic buying. The new crime. As I stand in the queue at Sainsbury’s, I fall victim to the scorn of another shopper (a healthy-looking young man!) who’s sharing exchanges with the cashier about the stupid people who are choosing to stock up, in lieu of a Coronavirus lock-in. ‘Pathetic!’ agrees the…

Silly-Savvy Comedy – Market Mutations

In for a treat – another evening of raucous laughter, courtesy of Suffolk Punch Comedy Club. PJ, our Manager and Emcee, is, on this occasion, presenting his wares at the internationally-renowned venue Needham Market’s FC. And the first item up is none other than … the priceless No. 1, Chris Norton-Walker! No.1 wastes no time in…

Savvy Poem – Tangle Tight

Unravelling into middle age and out again. A ball of wool wound up tight, neat, fixed for a while. Catching, snagging, pulling, loosening and tangling. One great mass of stuff. Stuff to be pulled back in. Tight.   Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image by snd63 from Pixabay  Silly Poem – Christmas…

Savvy Poem – Ash Portrait

Inspiration borrowed from ‘The Oval Portrait’, a short story by Edgar Allan Poe. I sit and, whilst sitting here, ripe, if not ready, for the coppicing, the length of the brush offers sparse protection against the swoop of desire.   Later, during the sweeping, I will swipe myself back into the pith of the Ash….