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….

Savvy Poem – The Reassembling

Inspired by a sentence borrowed from Tim Winton’s ‘Cloudstreet’:’Clean and new, that’s what I want.’ (p.330, 1991) Old and scratched, worn out and worn by others, by the ghosts of people who once were, and still are, of the people who still live on in bits of me. And I make my own scratches, my…

Savvy Poem – Concrete

With morning sun lacking, I feel my morning enthusiasm pestering, wanting, wanting to relax, drift off,                        escape. Holding it back, keeping it reigned in, I order it to stay and I put it into words of concrete.   Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian,…

Savvy Poem – I See Them

Inspired by Willa Cather’s novel, ‘My Antonia’. I can see them now although I’d rather not. Why then, do I see them and what they are? Now. When really right now I would rather not. See.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020   Image by skeeze from Pixabay   Other posts by Jay…

Savvy Poem – Cruel Comfort

Inspired by the poem ‘Little Tree’ by e e cummings.   How could I hope to comfort you? You with your feet hacked off, your roots left behind – left behind to be nourished – fed by your mothers and aunts, by those unwilling to let go of the remnants of an existence that once…

Savvy Poem – No Longer Relevant

Relevant no longer, and no longer relevant, I revel in the moment of a truth accidentally spoken, feeling all the weight of me lifted; lifted up and taken away by the accident of a truth, at last now spoken – my irrelevance having in that moment, at last, become relevant.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool,…

Savvy Poem – Old Towns Cry

Towns. New towns. Telford. A new town crushing the old. Dawley? Madeley? Both gone. The people? New. Brought fresh in. Fresh in from London. Fresh in, complete with new blood, still to be spilled over. Spilt blood in Shropshire’s fertile fields. Fresh growth. Potentially.   Instead, yellow bricks and concrete slabs, stained blood-red pink with…

Savvy Poem – A Storming Morning

Inspired by the phrase ‘storming morning’ coined by Fantasynovel1@wordpress.com, in the poem ‘Shattering’.   Storming into a morning that I know is not really there, I find myself nagged into wakefulness by the lure of a coffee, that I hope is not really there, by my side, waiting for me. Sure, I know, I’ll stir long…

Savvy Poem – Content

Content is irrelevant. What’s relevant is lost in the flow of the post after post after post of meaningless messages churning round and round my receptors.   Soggy messages: mushed up, dried out, crumbled and scattered.   Bits swept up, sacked up and dumped – tipped into irrelevance, and skipped up into contentment.   Copyright…