As luscious-lime hedgerows turn jaunty ginger and smooth-slick skin turns furrowed and fusty, you remain true. Still there. My trusty friend; the comforting memory of a waft-warm drink. Still there. Trusty. A trusty friend very thoughtfully placed. Knowing that that my friend knows me, I smirk; a joke shared. Throat parched, I wait for jauntyContinue reading “Down The Lane”
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Not Enough
‘Morning Walk’ photograph by Jay Cool Not enough dreams or sunsets, not enough full moons or early morning walks, not enough laughter to pave the journey, not enough poetry or stories, or enough time to write one’s own, not enough blankets to keep in the thoughts, or enough of anything that is enough. But, nevertheless,Continue reading “Not Enough”
Thought Buds
Is a thought that comes from a line of thought written by another poet, a thought at all that can be called a thought of my own, or is it simply a thread pulled from a coat of other people’s multicoloured thoughts? Is it a frayed thread, a thread that is really a twig sproutingContinue reading “Thought Buds”
Google Photograph
‘Sitting at a laptop creates an image that I carry back.’ (Jay Cool) A neck with a thousand folds. A bump harboured by an anxious nose. A line, puckered into peaks and troughs, of 48 years near gone. A thought. It is not me. Just an image. An image of another me in another time.Continue reading “Google Photograph”
Mango Bubbles
‘Bubbles’ courtesy of Pixabay.com The conception of bubbles Mango masses for ever Forever bubbles that pop and disappear into old age One-off bubbles momentary Did I dream them up? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by the poem ‘Hair’, by Franciso Aragon
Love is a Bin
‘Wetherlite in Prado’ by Jay Cool Love is a Bin [A tribute to a lonely-green bin, viewed from a Prado window.] A green bin, super-sized, groans, as old lady swishes by in electric chair; wheels loving the rain. And old man, on pavement over, wheeled and water-eeled – follows on – unknowing, taking over. GreenContinue reading “Love is a Bin”
Lady
{Arrived home, one afternoon in October, to a welcoming party of ladybirds.} Lady Ladies welcome me back, welcome me home, framing my door, sealing my windows, guarding my post. A warning? A storm? Tsunami? A famine? The end? Or the start of tomorrow? Opening my door, I move on through – flying in theContinue reading “Lady”
Golden Eggs
Eggs sizzling in the rivers of fat from the bacon, sausages and black pudding of others As they pile on the pounds that threaten to consume them, to suck them into their own vortex, their own centre of gravity, the iris of the self. A black dot contracting and expanding.Continue reading “Golden Eggs”
A Walk in the Grounds of Cornwallis Arms
Cracked white paint on a traffic pylon, parading as Queen Elizabeth’s cement filled pock marked face. Black paint speckled with green mould and a leafless twig coiled around it, like a dead arm clinging to an iron bed-post. A black shiny duck’s head with freckles of bottle green, like a snooker ball wearingContinue reading “A Walk in the Grounds of Cornwallis Arms”
Lament of the Cheerio
Watch me drop on the floor. Go on, carry on just sitting there – looking at me. I suppose you’ll tread on me later and not even notice my saturated remains being subjected to further torture when squished into the carpet by your husband’s heel. I’mContinue reading “Lament of the Cheerio”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 