{Egged on by the rising sun, as I confronted the usual early-morning drive to work, on the A134, I felt the compulsion to capture my thoughts in words. Unfortunately, time and the expectations of others, did not allow me to stop by the roadside to take a photograph, or put pen to paper. But, theContinue reading “Sun-Fuelled on the A134”
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Salt Waves
‘East Hill, Sudbury’ by Jay Cool [Inspired by a walk up East Hill, in inland Sudbury, after partaking of an excellent brew in Prado Lounge.] Dirty docks, seagulls and chips, fishing nets, trawlers and tankers, drunken sailors and fishermen leering and lurching at ladies, whilst lurking in bars with their pints. Beaches of pebbles, jarringContinue reading “Salt Waves”
Midlife
Inspired by the church bells of St. Peter’s, Sudbury, Suffolk. St. Peter’s Church, Sudbury Ringing bells, marking time. Midday. One half gone. Other half revs up, accelerates, wants to be done. I yank it back. Preventative. This half of me is staying put. By Jay Cool, September 2018
On Wenlock Edge
Photography by Jay Cool On Wenlock Edge, Jay Cool’s in trouble. With frizzed-up fringe, the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies her old bones double, And sick of Severn breeze, she leaves. ‘Twould blow like this through holt and hanger. When Uricon the city stood. The Roman farts, expressing anger, At Jay Cool’s claim toContinue reading “On Wenlock Edge”
Market Moments
Inspired by view from a Prado Lounge Café Bar. A great-white van blocks me from trying to see beyond to market stalls; tent tops – pink, green and humbug – flutter out and up. Kites restrained. A great-hairy man, tattooed, from white van – steps out, phone in hand, checking for messages. A lover’s words?Continue reading “Market Moments”
Tipped
Inspired by an upside-down painting in Prado Lounge Café Bar (see image – artist unknown). Upside-down, a dish mop hangs Throttled, death-like by longing pangs. Waitress, I ask, how can this be? A weary waiter, he wanted free. The tips he sought, they could not be! We tipped him up, and shook him down. Hence,Continue reading “Tipped”
Shards of Prado
‘Shards’ by Jay Cool Inspired by tea at Prado Lounge. Hours spent at Prado Lounge, with a one-cup pot of tea. To write out angst in a café full of strangers. Strangers who strangle my words with talk of Facebook, overdrafts and specials. I sharpen my pencil for shards of wood that crisp into fansContinue reading “Shards of Prado”
Boston Beans Brunch at Prado
‘Lost at Prado’ Inspired by brunch at Prado Lounge Café Bar . Egg yolk bursts forth. Happy vibes for ailing poets. Smoky beans begging to be seen. Skins spiced up to tingle tired has-beens. Mini-browns, promoted hash, bunched in old-tin cup, begging to be free – to be dipped in sauce – to be liftedContinue reading “Boston Beans Brunch at Prado”
Cottages in the Myddle
Inspired by a trip to Myddle, home to my paternal ancestors. Composed, accompanied by a pot of tea, in a Prado Lounge Café Bar. ‘Cottages in Myddle’, photographed by Jay Cool Neglected cottages. A terrace of three, hidden from road’s view by guarded bushes. Avoiding camera’s view. My mind travels in between brickwork cracked andContinue reading “Cottages in the Myddle”
Breakfast Shrimp
‘Shrimp Fishing’ image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons) Inspired by Forrest Gump’s shrimp-fishing adventure. I wake up, still in fog of sleep, and plunge back in to oceans deep. Sinking, floating, not quite ready to make the trip deep down forever. So reaching up, with weary arms, I gasp for air – consume a fish. It’sContinue reading “Breakfast Shrimp”
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