A Salopian in Suffolk to paints and writes herself into existence …
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 droplet
ready for roll-out,
as yet.
But a big, important – MEGA!
Potentially-significant microspread!
Copyright owned by Jay Cool
Inspired by Downing Street`s Coronavirus Briefing, Monday 15th November, 2020
Image by Ken Boyd from PixabayLocked 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 PixabayStopped.
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
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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, stabbing and slicing.
and
the crunch and pop of pebbles – protesting at tyres r o l l i n g –
crushes me
again.
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Inspired by the attempted reading of Mary Webb‘s essay, ‘The Joy of Music’, whilst sheltering from the rain in the comfort of my Dacia. Am I the only person who finds it annoying beyond insanity, when other roadrunners, have the cheek to invade a public carpark, to park up alongside you and keep their engines running, and their playlist blaring, whilst you are trying to read a good book?
Featured image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Lost in the post.
Stockpiled.
Flavourless.
Stock.
Water.
Without substance.
Stockless.
Less. Lost. Nothing.
Hungry families.
By Jay Cool, September 2020
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
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Unprovoked,
I annoy, offend, am targeted.
For the essence of difference that is different.
For thinking.
Provocatively.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2020
Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay
No-one has liked me for a long, long time.
Not that I’m sorry. Not that I’m sad.
What must it be to be liked, constantly, repetitively,
over and over and over again.
So many phone calls,
so many texts,
so many stats to check.
What would be left of the me I like?
What would be left of of living?
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2020
Somehow satisfying.
Soothing, even.
One might argue, stimulating.
Not in any kind of saucy way, and not steamy, or even –
sweaty.
Just soothingly satisfying, seeing the seeds and sequins and, sometimes, even a sock –
sucked up!
Sucked up and suffocated.
Sozzled.
And.
Sorted.
Satisfying, somehow.
By Jay Cool, The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk, September 2020.
Image by Oberholster Venita from Pixabay
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