Decrusted

A response to the poem ‘On Clothes’, by Kahlil Gibran (as featured on poem-a-day). If the ‘wind longs to play with’ my ‘hair’, let it flatten rather than flick and fly with all that is split with it. And, if ‘the earth delights to feel’ my ‘bare feet’, let it pumice and pummel all of…

Washed-Out Socks

‘Washed Socks’ by Jay Cool Pink socks, and green, hanging out to dry – mingling into amber. A shade that suits a sallow skin – the ageing flakes of yellowed feet. Shreds and slivers, peels of the past, hanging. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018