White-gloved, a flower head beckons and directs me towards the gap. I look and I don’t mind the gap don’t mind being directed, bossed at, waved over, and persuaded by the delicate, by the fragile, by a neck condemned by one sweep of a gentle breeze to follow, to fall-flow, and to bleedContinue reading “Mind the Gap”
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Rooted
Deprived of roots, she lets her hair loose, shakes it down over roofs and doorways to other people’s mocked-up hovels. Homes without foundations, plastic walls floating – on clogged-up clay. Chalked-up purples and felt-tipped reds clamour for a hold, reaching up to tug down on strands of twisted cells – on tangled death – wanting,Continue reading “Rooted”
Hot Heather
Purple. A girl named Heather. A fine lady, dressed in purple silk, skirts stretched over the wire frame of a lampshade. A fit lady, lit from within. Fit for one’s bottom, and fit for display, but not fit for its purpose. The fine-fit lady, wired up and lit up, is hot. Hot, she bursts intoContinue reading “Hot Heather”
The Laughing Barnacles
An inspirational garden scene! Renewed by seaweed cloak, I gallop out from inland home, determined and brave, and seeking to find, the coast, the home of my barnacle ancestors, and my old friend, my fellow Salopian – Darwin. But, I’m held back, my path barred by a washing line, and no feet, no mare toContinue reading “The Laughing Barnacles”
Lady Bluebeard
Bluebearded Iris, courtesy of Pixabay.com Swishing and swiping, my sword serves me well. Bluebeard, they call me – Lady of the swamps. With my parrot on my shoulder, I rise up from the peat, more black than blue – complete with tattoo! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2018 (ex Fen dweller) Continue reading “Lady Bluebeard”
Day 3: Game for a Day in Shrewsbury?
Far from over. Friendly Poo image courtesy of Pixabay.com Famous last words that have returned to haunt me. I, Jay Cool, am sitting here on the luxury loo in my ensuite at The Red Lion’s Lodge, faced with a stark (runny) reminder of yesterday’s indulgences at Ellesmere’s Asian Spice restaurant. Coriander, cumin and turmeric, smellsContinue reading “Day 3: Game for a Day in Shrewsbury?”
Chains
A small chain to bind. An invitation. A catapult. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2018
Sudbury’s Comedian of the Day
Bill. Bill the newbie comedian. Fresh talent to take the stage. Bill Newbie And I, Jay Cool, blogger extraordinaire, am here at The Brewery Tap to enjoy a slice of the action. But, first things first! A pint of mango cider, please! With mangoes in hand, I proceed. Fresh mangos comforting each other atContinue reading “Sudbury’s Comedian of the Day”
Double Dee
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com David Davis back-stops with a double-dip, and a back- flip, tips his hat … to Dani Dyer. Dani Dyer with double-decker, fudged-up lashes and pink-sugar sparkles; old candy-floss sucked on and dried out. Now r o t t i n g. David, done with, and done in, d e p aContinue reading “Double Dee”
‘The Free Metro’ (Friday June 8, 2018)
A baby. No mother. A lesbian. A fling. And a hammer swing. Shotgun pellets. Stab attack. And a drill. Tributes to a King. And Mimi in trouble. All wrapped up in a Metro bubble. Lost lives and rubble. Trapped. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 8th, 2018
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 