(Contains a Waterstone’s link to an associated book, for which, if you choose to buy, the author of this post will receive a small commission.) Prosecco Rain The soft fizz of Prosecco rain at last blocks out the rumbles of a stationary engine left r u n n i n g, grumbling, stuttering and stumbling,…
Tag: free verse
Driving Through Foliage
Driven on, and driving, through things still growing, I reflect on the shortness of what it is to be me, An illusory span of meness, contracting, shrinking – inches becoming centimetres becoming millimetres becoming nothingtres as the concept of me is consumed by the foliage that carries on growing, bending – homing in on the…
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 …
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
