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 notContinue reading “Storm Diary 4 – Despair”
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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 onlyContinue reading “Savvy-Storm Poem – An Unseen Enemy”
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 stayContinue reading “Storm Diary 2 – Zealot!”
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 theContinue reading “Storm Diary 1 – Pathetic?”
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 – ChristmasContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Tangle Tight”
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.Continue reading “Savvy Poem – Ash Portrait”
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, myContinue reading “Savvy Poem – The Reassembling”
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,Continue reading “Savvy Poem – Concrete”
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 ImageContinue reading “Silly Poem – Late is Late”
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 TownsContinue reading “Silly Poem – Christmas is Murder”
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