Scrunch Disgust. Scrunch. Wrinkle. A mistake, a mere typo, a masterpiece, rejected by its author, scrunched up tight and thrown at Unwashed hair, with frizzy ends and greasy roots, scrunched up into a top-knot to A scrunched up nose, wrinkled, its wearer`s disgust disguised by And all of it with no need for any ofContinue reading “Scrunch”
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A Different Way
A Different Way Looking for a way through, she sees a Different sign beckoning pointing showing her the way to go the right way for such as she is the right way for the different but it looks busy too much traffic people crowding, following, trampling over each other in their eagerness to be theContinue reading “A Different Way”
Business As Normal
Business As Normal Big surge. Fast spread. No end in sight. Breakfast briefing at Downing Street. Full English. Boris bursting with bacon. Pinged. Carpets bloody, but getting on with it. Business? As normal. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 16th, 2020 Image by Pexels from Pixabay
Microspread
Microspread Fifty million doses. Enough for two and a half million people. A good spread. Not available yet. But critical. Plausible, effective and willing, but not able to quite r e a c h t h e e d g e s and not even able to land in the middle. Not even a dropletContinue reading “Microspread”
Total Lockdown – A Poem
Locked in. Sprogs at school. Hubby at work. All breathing, mixing, inhaling. And all due to return soon. And here I am. A mum locked in. A sitting duck. Waiting. As always. Copyright owned by Jay Cool Image by Manfred Richter from Pixabay
Test, Track & Trace – Poem
Test, track and trace. A world-beating toddle along. As casual as you like. Slow, even. A wabble. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2020 Image by kinkate from Pixabay
Stumped – A Lockdown Poem
Stopped. Stopped, stopped and more stopped. Standing still, stalling and stumped. Is this me, starting again? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2020 Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Prosecco Rain – A Savvy Poem
(Contains a Waterstone’s link to an associated book, for which, if you choose to buy, the author of this post will receive a small commission.) Prosecco Rain The soft fizz of Prosecco rain at last blocks out the rumbles of a stationary engine left r u n n i n g, grumbling, stuttering and stumbling,Continue reading “Prosecco Rain – A Savvy Poem”
Watery Stockpot
Lost in the post. Stockpiled. Flavourless. Stock. Water. Without substance. Stockless. Less. Lost. Nothing. Hungry families. By Jay Cool, September 2020
Popping Bubbles – A Lockdown Poem
Meandering. Dodging people. Stepping back. Avoiding those who’d plough into and through me, given half the chance. But I’m chancing nothing. If Covid is a myth, then so is my existence. It’s dodge ’em or POP GONE! Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, 19th September 2020 Image by Robert Armstrong from Pixabay Please visitContinue reading “Popping Bubbles – A Lockdown Poem”
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