A poem inspired by Boris Johnsons Brexit negotiations, as reported by, BBC2 Newsnight, 10 December 2020. Looking at where I am, I find myself at a dinner table, in Brussels, and devoid of the anticipated fish dinner, feeling downbeat, hungry, full of regrets and with just three weeks to go before my people, The British,…
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Of Most Concern
Of Most Concern It concerns me, mostly, that of most concern is my concern that most of us have no concern for the concerns of others whatsover, insomuch as that, mostly, most of us have no concern whatsoever about being the cause of those concerns. And that really does, and inordinately so, concern me. Copyright…
BBC1 News Summary, Nov 26, 2020
BBC1 News Summary Bumpy, crystal clear, action and rules. Shut down. Dramatic. Recap. Can do; cant do. Will do. But, some, won`t do. Will I do? Summed up by Jay Cool Nov 26, 2020 Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay
Tiers
Tiers Wedding cakes, ra-ra skirts and playhouses; scrumptious, trendy and entertaining. Layers and layers of fun. Tough tiers? Restrictive, lonely, dull. Necessary. Piling up. Mounting layers, upon layers, upon layers of creativity. Individual, multi-faceted, oodles and oodles of fun. The self, unrestricted. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Nov 26, 2020 Image by Natalie White from…
Scrunch
Scrunch Disgust. Scrunch. Wrinkle. A mistake, a mere typo, a masterpiece, rejected by its author, scrunched up tight and thrown at Unwashed hair, with frizzy ends and greasy roots, scrunched up into a top-knot to A scrunched up nose, wrinkled, its wearer`s disgust disguised by And all of it with no need for any of…
Total Lockdown – A Poem
Locked in. Sprogs at school. Hubby at work. All breathing, mixing, inhaling. And all due to return soon. And here I am. A mum locked in. A sitting duck. Waiting. As always. Copyright owned by Jay Cool Image by Manfred Richter from Pixabay
Stumped – A Lockdown Poem
Stopped. Stopped, stopped and more stopped. Standing still, stalling and stumped. Is this me, starting again? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2020 Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Prosecco Rain – A Savvy Poem
(Contains a Waterstone’s link to an associated book, for which, if you choose to buy, the author of this post will receive a small commission.) Prosecco Rain The soft fizz of Prosecco rain at last blocks out the rumbles of a stationary engine left r u n n i n g, grumbling, stuttering and stumbling,…
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…
