Storm Diary 3 – Coping

Sunday 9th March 2020 Earlier this afternoon, Hubby returned from his lad’s walking hol, blustering into the house, making a mad dash for the upstair’s loo and, in the process, undoing the fine job I did on disinfecting the banister. Why? Why use the loo upstairs, when there is a perfectly good one downstairs? And…

Storm Diary 2 – Zealot!

Saturday 8th March, 2020 Sprog 2 woke me up at an unearthly hour (7.30am) to inform me that he felt dizzy and shivery. Self-isolation? Spent rest of the day being a zealot. Washed my hands – lots. Disinfected door handles, taps, switches, banisters, car keys, etc. – lots! Gave Sprog 2 strict instructions to stay…

Storm Diary 1 – Pathetic?

Friday 6th March 2020 Panic buying. The new crime. As I stand in the queue at Sainsbury’s, I fall victim to the scorn of another shopper (a healthy-looking young man!) who’s sharing exchanges with the cashier about the stupid people who are choosing to stock up, in lieu of a Coronavirus lock-in. ‘Pathetic!’ agrees the…

Savvy Poem – Ash Portrait

Inspiration borrowed from ‘The Oval Portrait’, a short story by Edgar Allan Poe. I sit and, whilst sitting here, ripe, if not ready, for the coppicing, the length of the brush offers sparse protection against the swoop of desire.   Later, during the sweeping, I will swipe myself back into the pith of the Ash….

Silly Poem – Nurse My Toe

Inspired by fellow redhead, Fergie, and by Walter de La Mare’s poem, ‘Mistletoe’. Sitting under the mistletoe, I pause a while to nurse my toe. I know I cannot not ease the pain, indeed it drives me quite insane, But if, by chance, I get a frog – it’s just the tip that needs a…

Savvy Poem – No Longer Relevant

Relevant no longer, and no longer relevant, I revel in the moment of a truth accidentally spoken, feeling all the weight of me lifted; lifted up and taken away by the accident of a truth, at last now spoken – my irrelevance having in that moment, at last, become relevant.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool,…

Silly-Savvy Article – A Word For 2020

A word. According to Sheryl , author of The Creative Life, us writing folk should all pick our own unique word to guide us through the coming year. I’m not entirely sure I want to be rushed on through to 2021 at any great speed. It’s one thing knowing that in 2020 I turn fifty! Fifty!…

Savvy Letter – Dear Dom (Again)

Dear Dom, Yes, it is me again! Me, Jay Cool! And yes, I know that you gave me the sack before I even got the job, or for that matter, before I even received a response! And, yes, I know that you haven’t had time to read my application letter yet, hence the prematurely-premature sacking….

Savvy Poem – A Storming Morning

Inspired by the phrase ‘storming morning’ coined by Fantasynovel1@wordpress.com, in the poem ‘Shattering’.   Storming into a morning that I know is not really there, I find myself nagged into wakefulness by the lure of a coffee, that I hope is not really there, by my side, waiting for me. Sure, I know, I’ll stir long…

Savvy Poem – Content

Content is irrelevant. What’s relevant is lost in the flow of the post after post after post of meaningless messages churning round and round my receptors.   Soggy messages: mushed up, dried out, crumbled and scattered.   Bits swept up, sacked up and dumped – tipped into irrelevance, and skipped up into contentment.   Copyright…