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…

Savvy Poem – Cruel Comfort

Inspired by the poem ‘Little Tree’ by e e cummings.   How could I hope to comfort you? You with your feet hacked off, your roots left behind – left behind to be nourished – fed by your mothers and aunts, by those unwilling to let go of the remnants of an existence that once…

Savy Poem – Burnt Ice

As cold as cold, as hot as hot, shivering through and through, her skin burns to ice. Frostbitten and scorched, she rehatches.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool Image by Tania Van den Berghen from Pixabay Silly Poem – Didn’t Silly Poem – Conwy Savvy Poem – Worthlessness