Savvy-Storm Poem – Unable

Inspiration taken from the poem ‘Migration’ by Jenny George (Poem-A-Day website) Unable Red leaves assemble in the tree that licks the sky above my house long tongues wagging, pointing and gloating at me Now you know, they say. Now you know what it is, to be fixed, immoveable,  and unable          …

Storm Diary 4 – Despair

Monday 9th March 2020 Middle Sprog – the sick one – very pleased to be off school missing his Maths mock exam; not so pleased about his sore throat. Another symptom of Coronavirus? Or does he know about my secret stash of lemon and honey lozenges? Who knows? NHS 111 is busy! Youngest Sprog not…

Savvy-Storm Poem – An Unseen Enemy

Inspired by the poem ‘Knives Whistle’ by Sherwin Bitsui (Poem-A-Day website)   A hand reaches to touch longing for a touch of the softness of others but finding only the air of nothingness withdrawing from reality the hand reaches for the hardness of all that is still left plug, switch, keyboard, touchpad, mouse finding only…

Storm Diary 2 – Zealot!

Saturday 8th March, 2020 Sprog 2 woke me up at an unearthly hour (7.30am) to inform me that he felt dizzy and shivery. Self-isolation? Spent rest of the day being a zealot. Washed my hands – lots. Disinfected door handles, taps, switches, banisters, car keys, etc. – lots! Gave Sprog 2 strict instructions to stay…

Storm Diary 1 – Pathetic?

Friday 6th March 2020 Panic buying. The new crime. As I stand in the queue at Sainsbury’s, I fall victim to the scorn of another shopper (a healthy-looking young man!) who’s sharing exchanges with the cashier about the stupid people who are choosing to stock up, in lieu of a Coronavirus lock-in. ‘Pathetic!’ agrees the…

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 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…