Inspired by an unholy article … Being good on a Friday entails: stifling a yawn; washing up the dishes; mowing a parent’s lawn; reading an article called ‘I used to be a lesbian’ in a holy magazine; and deciding to be tee-total bore! Being bad on a Friday entails: yawning with mouth wide open;Continue reading “Being Bad: A Good Friday Poem”
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Boomerang Buns: A Hot Friday Poem
Inspired by the hot-cross bun that made me cross earlier, when it left a sticky residue on my fingers, that demanded to be washed off. The unwanted interruption forced me to abandon my laptop for five minutes! How inconvenient! Be they hot, or be they cross, they all say the same to me: Pick usContinue reading “Boomerang Buns: A Hot Friday Poem”
Blood-Tipped: A Savvy Poem
High forehead, raised eyebrow and eyes d r i l l i n g into the soul of the viewer; intelligent, curious – perceptive, even? But smudge-tipped nose and smoky knuckles, reveal the barriers within – foggy knots blocking coherent thoughts, foggy knots struggling to hold together the blood-tipped soul of the sitter.Continue reading “Blood-Tipped: A Savvy Poem”
Thursday Thoughts
On this day, this ordinary Thursday, I find myself stuck for inspiration. My head tells me to write about gripes and grudges – and all the grizzly gunge that grieves me, but I feel that such things, in the era of the mindful, would likely be minded, by those who mind a lot about theContinue reading “Thursday Thoughts”
Mountains of Moments
Mountains upon mountains of clothing, moments of a life mounting up in my lounge. We trundle up the mountains paths, my daughter and I, leaving our footprints in the rubble, seeking to pick apart the pieces, to pull away the threads the threads that hold together the fabric of a childhood past. MomentaryContinue reading “Mountains of Moments”
Maintenance: Poem
To maintain appearances, it’s best to blend in; if bright like a rainbow, you’ll end up in the bin. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by RitaE from Pixabay
Roller Coaster Toxicity
Twenty-three years of riding, elevated up and dropped right down; in the twenty-fourth year, I go coastal, and the sand in my bucket maintains my shape. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by stokpic from Pixabay
Today: A Poem Inspired by Matt Haig
Disclaimer: If you choose to purchase, via the link to Amazon, the book associated with this poem, I will receive a commission – at no cost to yourself. Today. Today, as I await my special breakfast, my special for-being-a-mother breakfast, I will read all of the books I bought yesterday – well, perhaps just oneContinue reading “Today: A Poem Inspired by Matt Haig”
Tape With A Heart
Turns out that to be approaching fifty is to be backtracking to forty, taking a look at the unpaid-for mortgage, and trying to fast-forward to sixty, before being trapped somewhere in the Continue reading “Tape With A Heart”
Failing to Make The Crumble
Time cut short by a pinch, the butter, once destined for a child’s bag of ingredients, fails to make the crumble. And it s l i t h e r s down a kitchen cabinet, greasing a wooden door, and slodge-piling onto a vinyl floor, as a mother’s feet, weary from a once-broken toe,Continue reading “Failing to Make The Crumble”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 