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…

All Three of Me

Time is limited.  There isn’t much left of it, he said. Why then, at forty-nine has my life as myself only just started? And will the first year of my new beginning last until the end of time? Or, in the stretching, will it thin out – in the middle – with neither of the…

Foliage in the Middle: A Silly Poem

As woman reaches middle age, her middle bits shed hairs; so why’s it fair that ageing trees, grow leaves fed by her tears?   Copyright of poem and photo owned by Jay Cool, May 2019   If you would prefer to read something sensible about trees, take a read of: Giving Up the Day Job 6:…

200: A Silly Poem

  Today, by midnight, I’ll score two hundred hits. This day, two hundred days on, I’ll be a something that is older than the something that I am today. And then?   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019    Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Tape With A Heart

Turns out that to be approaching fifty is to be backtracking to forty, taking a look at the unpaid-for mortgage, and trying to fast-forward to sixty, before being trapped somewhere in the                                                …

Intimidation

The years advance and she backtracks, shrinking and shrivelling, arthritic hips, knee-joints and feet, reducing her movements to the crunching of a shovel, scraping upon gritted concrete. She thinks that she is insignificant now, passing through middle age to a lesser existence, to an existence of otherness. Others, though, others see her in all of…