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 …
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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….
Savvy Poem – The Reassembling
Inspired by a sentence borrowed from Tim Winton’s ‘Cloudstreet’:’Clean and new, that’s what I want.’ (p.330, 1991) Old and scratched, worn out and worn by others, by the ghosts of people who once were, and still are, of the people who still live on in bits of me. And I make my own scratches, my…
Savvy Poem – Concrete
With morning sun lacking, I feel my morning enthusiasm pestering, wanting, wanting to relax, drift off, escape. Holding it back, keeping it reigned in, I order it to stay and I put it into words of concrete. Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian,…
Silly-Serious Poem – Stomach
Churning, whirring, refusing to settle for a new day; convincing itself it’s not that time quite yet. Not ready for things to come. Preferring the solitude of a zone still sleeping. Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image by Wolfgang Claussen from Pixabay Silly Poem – Waiting Silly Poem – Late is Late…
Silly Poem – Late is Late
Late is late and once late there is nothing to be done about it – nothing that can be undone; there it is stuck out there all on it’s own LATE. Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image…
Serious Poem – Doubts
Doubts in my head – I beat them away, tell them to go, but still they come back, so I push them, throw them, blow them until they pop and with clear head, I know there’s time, still, to get on. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020 Image by Kira Hoffmann from Pixabay …
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…
