Silly-Savvy Comedy – Market Mutations

In for a treat – another evening of raucous laughter, courtesy of Suffolk Punch Comedy Club. PJ, our Manager and Emcee, is, on this occasion, presenting his wares at the internationally-renowned venue Needham Market’s FC. And the first item up is none other than … the priceless No. 1, Chris Norton-Walker! No.1 wastes no time in…

Savvy Poem – Tangle Tight

Unravelling into middle age and out again. A ball of wool wound up tight, neat, fixed for a while. Catching, snagging, pulling, loosening and tangling. One great mass of stuff. Stuff to be pulled back in. Tight.   Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image by snd63 from Pixabay  Silly Poem – Christmas…

Savvy Poem – Ash Portrait

Inspiration borrowed from ‘The Oval Portrait’, a short story by Edgar Allan Poe. I sit and, whilst sitting here, ripe, if not ready, for the coppicing, the length of the brush offers sparse protection against the swoop of desire.   Later, during the sweeping, I will swipe myself back into the pith of the Ash….

Savvy Poem – The Reassembling

Inspired by a sentence borrowed from Tim Winton’s ‘Cloudstreet’:’Clean and new, that’s what I want.’ (p.330, 1991) Old and scratched, worn out and worn by others, by the ghosts of people who once were, and still are, of the people who still live on in bits of me. And I make my own scratches, my…

Savvy Poem – Concrete

With morning sun lacking, I feel my morning enthusiasm pestering, wanting, wanting to relax, drift off,                        escape. Holding it back, keeping it reigned in, I order it to stay and I put it into words of concrete.   Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian,…

Silly-Serious Poem – Stomach

Churning, whirring, refusing to settle for a new day; convincing itself it’s not that time quite yet. Not ready for things to come. Preferring the solitude of a zone still sleeping. Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image by Wolfgang Claussen from Pixabay Silly Poem – Waiting Silly Poem – Late is Late…

Silly Poem – Waiting

Waiting for the one who is always late – engine revving, horn beeping, annoyance mounting into loud plea – I have to tell myself that it is done, so why breakdown in the waiting? Just sink. Take a break and wait.   Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image by ErikaWittlieb from Pixabay

Silly Poem – Late is Late

Late is late and once late there is nothing to be done about it – nothing that can be undone; there it is    stuck         out there         all on it’s own              LATE.   Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020   Image…

Silly Poem – Christmas is Murder

‘I hate Christmas – it’s murder!’ she said. ‘If it wasn’t for breakfast, I’d stay in my bed. Why eat a turkey, for lunch and for tea? Why kill this planet, when a lie-in’s for free?’   Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, December 2019 Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears Savvy Poem – Old Towns…

Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears

Shrivelled leaves. Shrivelled leaves clinging to tree trunks, looking for all the world like cousins to the chameleons who change the tone and shades of their skin to avoid the beady eyes of predators. Only these Chilton residents are neither leaves or chameleon cousins. Once known as ‘Jews’ Ears’, now more appropriately named Jelly Ears,…