Watery Stockpot

Lost in the post. Stockpiled. Flavourless. Stock. Water. Without substance. Stockless. Less. Lost. Nothing. Hungry families. By Jay Cool, September 2020

Popping Bubbles – A Lockdown Poem

Meandering. Dodging people. Stepping back. Avoiding those who’d plough into and through me, given half the chance. But I’m chancing nothing. If Covid is a myth, then so is my existence. It’s dodge ’em or POP GONE! Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, 19th September 2020 Image by Robert Armstrong from Pixabay Please visit…

Provocation – Savvy Poem

Unprovoked, I annoy, offend, am targeted. For the essence of difference that is different. For thinking. Provocatively. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2020 Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay

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 – Priorities

This poem is based on a painting I created during the Coronavirus lockdown – as, unable to go beyond the boundaries of my family and garden and home, I sought to marry up the mish-mash of colours outside and within.   Priorities Locked in, I find myself, in the place that is the part of…

Savvy Poem – Questions for Rishi Sunak

Written in response to the UK government’s daily press briefing, 8th April 2020, as delivered by Rishi Sunak MP.   Sir? Can you level with us, Sir? Can you spell out your intentions, guarantee retentions, put in more preventions, end asphyxiations, exceed our expectations? Can you, Sir?   By Jay Cool, The Silly-Savvy Salopian   UK…

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-Storm Poem – An Unseen Enemy

Inspired by the poem ‘Knives Whistle’ by Sherwin Bitsui (Poem-A-Day website)   A hand reaches to touch longing for a touch of the softness of others but finding only the air of nothingness withdrawing from reality the hand reaches for the hardness of all that is still left plug, switch, keyboard, touchpad, mouse finding only…

Savvy Poem – Tangle Tight

Unravelling into middle age and out again. A ball of wool wound up tight, neat, fixed for a while. Catching, snagging, pulling, loosening and tangling. One great mass of stuff. Stuff to be pulled back in. Tight.   Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image by snd63 from Pixabay  Silly Poem – Christmas…

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….