Savvy Poem – The Exhumation

  An old coal, gone white, c r u m b l e, shovelled into the expectation of an existence, that sees, only, the dust of its expiration. The exorcist, unexpectedly, finds a fleck of a white dust buried deep within her pit. She exhumes it. And it glows.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool,…

Savvy Poem – The Conwy Worm

      Drawbridge up – forever closed, we hear the tune, and follow.   No choice, but to burrow under.   No alternative, but to root ourselves in for the long haul.   I feel the sharpness of the spade as it chops this worm in two regurgitating us forward into the light, as…

Savvy Poem – One-Liner Wednesday

In response to ‘Christine Bolton’s One-Liner Wednesday challenge: Why just one?   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 2019 The Declaration 61: Return to Chilton New and Bold: Savvy Politics

Savvy Poem – Worthlessness

Am I worth less than a life that is half my age? If that is the case, then why do they double me up, paying me twice as much as my younger self, only to then let go of my worthlessness – to save themselves from the cost of my pricelessness? Copyright owned by Jay…

Savvy Poem – Snowdon’s Foot

  Vertical. Vertical does not go with vertical. Turning back, I stick to ground level. My right foot being crook, I remain at one with the foot of Snowdon.   Pressure. Pressure is a cure for the pain. I apply it, settling myself down upon the arch of Snowdon’s foot, hoping to stunt the flow…

Savvy Poem – Towyn

Block upon block of blocks Blocking the view of the blocks that front up to the sea that was the sea before it became the block that stopped the girls of this town from drifting away from the block-headed boys they did not choose to be blocked in by – the boys with the bags…

Savvy Poem – Port Dinorwic

  A shadow of a boy hazy slings slate to the seas skimming off only the scum of a slither of a second. A scene snapped.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 4th, 2019   Savvy Diary – The Torture Savvy Article – Boris & Donald Savvy Book – Fuse

Resignation: A Something Poem

The stew being stagnant, I swim to the edge of the pot, reach up to rim and pull myself                                                     out. The others, resigned to the stupor, stay. Copyright owned by…

Spectacle: A Something Poem

  Is wearing spectacles a sign that the wearer is a watcher; an observer of all things sporty and sporting? Or does one, when donning specs, become the sport, no longer a human being, but an entertainment, an energising figment of an overactive imagination?   Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, June 2019  …

Volition: A Savvy Poem

  Being volatile, my spark evolves into a raging bonfire – flames, red-hot and amber, against bubbles of calming green.