Words fall, sticking fast to my feet – pieces of double-sided stickiness. I try to pull them off, tugging at them. Fingers, sticking to words, sticking to my feet. No way of sorting, assembling or synthesising the words into sentences or any semblance of sense, or senselessness; and seeing the futility, feeling sensible andContinue reading “Futility”
Category Archives: Beyond My Myddle
Rage
directed at me your rage serves no-one but your shadow where I stood Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019 Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Doldrum Blue
‘Butterfly Blue’ image by Stergo (Pixabay.com) As doldrum blue adorns the sky Frost, the poet, tattoos my thigh His butterfly, I try to shoo It’s ice-cold burn bites me right through It’s not my thing to have the sky Complete with bugs upon my thigh I try to say I love it not But doesContinue reading “Doldrum Blue”
Black Dog v Tulip Dance
Light-lidded sleep eludes me. Last night’s sleep was angry. I was shouting, shouting at the Black Dog; shouting at the Black Dog for making up lies. In the morning, I saw that the canine teeth were just the yellow, brown-stained fangs of an unbrushed-tyrannical humanoid. A man not a man; an invention, programmed to clingContinue reading “Black Dog v Tulip Dance”
Enough As I Am
Inspired by the wise words of Meghan, The Duchess of Suffolk: ‘You are enough just as you are.’ The Royal Foot of Jay Cool, a Salopian, stepping out for a stroll in her Suffolk residence. You are enough, said my foot. You are appreciated for your fine taste in dressing me up in such beautiful royalContinue reading “Enough As I Am”
Lilies of the Valley
I’ll find you both in the valley of lilies, wafting away the smell of mothballs from your clothes. My country grandmother, sunning yourself on the rim of your best Sunday hat, taking a well-earned rest from your garden of vegetables and honey. My city grandmother, swinging yourself from the handle of your trolley-bag, so illContinue reading “Lilies of the Valley”
Down The Lane
As luscious-lime hedgerows turn jaunty ginger and smooth-slick skin turns furrowed and fusty, you remain true. Still there. My trusty friend; the comforting memory of a waft-warm drink. Still there. Trusty. A trusty friend very thoughtfully placed. Knowing that that my friend knows me, I smirk; a joke shared. Throat parched, I wait for jauntyContinue reading “Down The Lane”
‘Too old to love’?
‘Sand Sculpture’ courtesy of Pixabay.com Chance cheating, I tip my toes on the pool floor. Forward frogging, I propel myself onwards. Foam floating into third place, I collect my prize. Proud punching the air, I laugh. Nothing nudging. Until now. Now, forty-one years since. No prize am I for a novel-man of fifty. Bottom bulging,Continue reading “‘Too old to love’?”
Profit Clamping
‘Empty Car Park’ image from Wikimedia.commons Ex policeman’s on his rounds, prowling Aberystwyth’s grounds. He’s sniffing through the inner zone; he wants to catch you all alone. Dare you break the madman’s rules? Don’t you go and break his tools. Better get your permit out – save yourself without a shout! If you wantContinue reading “Profit Clamping”
Plucked
Flat roofed garages, expanding up, over and beyond; consuming abandoned cars and tarmacked roads; foundations dug deep, where roots should burrow. Vast seas of greyness, housing nothing of use; no householder steps over concrete slabs of pavements; rivers dividing breath from the abandoned depths of simple storage solutions. Godly hand reaches down from blue skyContinue reading “Plucked”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 