`Measly, Nasty Cut`

‘Measly, Nasty Cut‘ With ease, he calls it measly, a nasty, nasty cut, but how can a cut be measly, when a cut is a lot less than a gash? Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, November 2020 Written in response to a response (quoted from a guest on Channel 4 News, 7pm, Nov…

A Different Way

A Different Way Looking for a way through, she sees a Different sign beckoning pointing showing her the way to go the right way for such as she is the right way for the different but it looks busy too much traffic people crowding, following, trampling over each other in their eagerness to be the…

Business As Normal

Business As Normal Big surge. Fast spread. No end in sight. Breakfast briefing at Downing Street. Full English. Boris bursting with bacon. Pinged. Carpets bloody, but getting on with it. Business? As normal. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 16th, 2020 Image by Pexels from Pixabay

Microspread

Microspread Fifty million doses. Enough for two and a half million people. A good spread. Not available yet. But critical. Plausible, effective and willing, but not able to quite r e a c h t h e e d g e s and not even able to land in the middle. Not even a droplet…

Total Lockdown – A Poem

Locked in. Sprogs at school. Hubby at work. All breathing, mixing, inhaling. And all due to return soon. And here I am. A mum locked in. A sitting duck. Waiting. As always. Copyright owned by Jay Cool Image by Manfred Richter from Pixabay

Test, Track & Trace – Poem

Test, track and trace. A world-beating toddle along. As casual as you like. Slow, even. A wabble. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2020 Image by kinkate from Pixabay

Popping Bubbles – A Lockdown Poem

Meandering. Dodging people. Stepping back. Avoiding those who’d plough into and through me, given half the chance. But I’m chancing nothing. If Covid is a myth, then so is my existence. It’s dodge ’em or POP GONE! Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, 19th September 2020 Image by Robert Armstrong from Pixabay Please visit…

Silly-Savvy Art: Panic

‘Panic’ is the final of a series of three watercolour landscapes, inspired by my local walks during the UK’s Coronavirus pandemic lockdown. This scene depicts The Water Mill, in Great Cornard, and is based on a photograph I took, late April, whilst making the most of my once-a-day exercise. An army of viruses move in,…

Storm Diary 45 – Outcrop

Storm Diary 45 – Sun 19th April Still ploughing and plodding my way through Mary Webb’s Shropshire. Liaising with a mythical golden arrow, beats a spell in the company of Harry Potter’s magic wand any day! J K Rowling, stand aside – the late author, Mary Webb, is making a comeback! Not that I’ve really…

Storm Diary 44 – Black Death

Storm Diary 44 – Sat 18th April 2020 Sore throat in morning – again. Starting to think I really do have the milder symptoms of Coronavirus. Yesterday’s pangs of the digestive system not so bad. Tragically, the pangs returned on cue, when Hubby and Eldest Sprog suggested going for one of their mega-long walks. They…