Savy Poem – Burnt Ice

As cold as cold, as hot as hot, shivering through and through, her skin burns to ice. Frostbitten and scorched, she rehatches.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool Image by Tania Van den Berghen from Pixabay Silly Poem – Didn’t Silly Poem – Conwy Savvy Poem – Worthlessness        

Savvy Poem – No Longer Relevant

Relevant no longer, and no longer relevant, I revel in the moment of a truth accidentally spoken, feeling all the weight of me lifted; lifted up and taken away by the accident of a truth, at last now spoken – my irrelevance having in that moment, at last, become relevant.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool,…

Savvy Poem – Entwined

Suffocating space stretching out into sea of crushed moments; ideas of futures undone, now gone – Slowly killing me.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 9th January 2020 Image by Holger Schué from Pixabay A Word For 2020 Savvy Poem – Cracked Wallpaper Silly Adventure – Bunny Soup in Chilton

Silly-Savvy Questions: Fifty Doubled

This year I will reach the grand old age of fifty. Double fifty, makes one hundred, doesn’t it? This week I have averaged at fifty daily views on my blog. Do I have to be one hundred years old to achieve one hundred? Do I really have to wait that long? Okay, so the last…

Silly Writing Tip – How to be an Anomalous Vitruvian …

What to do whilst waiting for middle sprog to emerge from the bathroom  (hour and a half so far)? Read a sample of one’s flood of emails (so many publishers begging for my transcript), and make the mistake of reading the one from Curtis Brown Creatives. The email links to a number of posts with…

Savvily-Serious Poem – Lift Lines

Inspired by the words of Christina Henry, in her novel, ‘The Girl in Red’: ‘.. a cloak made of tired that pressed down on her shoulders and made her neck droop.’ (p.32) And by my memory of  lamp I once owned, in the shape of a lady wearing a crinoline dress – a lady whose undergarments…

Savvy Poem – Enhancement

  Taking a chance, I burrow into the furrows of my freckle-spattered skin, digging out the white-grey hairs to display them, proudly, alongside any golden reminders of another me.   There are so many versions of myself, in evidence still – each one as worthy of existence, as the one before that lingers, hanging on…

Savvy Poem – Shrivelled

I shake off the lines that led me to this point, and, in the aftermath, I feel the smoothness of the surface of myself, whilst considering whether I really know where the point is. Is it at the sharp tip of my artist’s B pencil? Is it at the tip of my Hubby’s Roman beak?…

Real Life: Haiku

At forty-nine, I start my real life – the one I was born to live.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool,  July 2019   Please read and comment on other posts by Jay Cool: 1: Lack-Lustre 55: Finiarted Time to Say Goodbye The Undertaking: Book Review Outstanding

29: A Hat Day

What better thing to do on a windy and woefully wet Saturday, than a spot of hat modelling? One’s cluttered cloakroom shelf makes the ideal backdrop for the shoot! And, yes, I know it’s obvious that I’m doing my best to promote Suffolk Punch Comedy Club gigs, by wearing such a fabulous t-shirt!* But, I…