‘Cucumber’ courtesy of Pixabay.com If I sliced it into twenty slivers and sliced each sliver into a sluice of a slush I would no longer have a cucumber Just a soup that once consumed would slither through my inners and slip out into the sewers sloppy Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired byContinue reading “The Last Cucumber from my Fridge”
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Mango Bubbles
‘Bubbles’ courtesy of Pixabay.com The conception of bubbles Mango masses for ever Forever bubbles that pop and disappear into old age One-off bubbles momentary Did I dream them up? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by the poem ‘Hair’, by Franciso Aragon
Christmas Meltdown
‘Sleepy Sitter’ by Jay Cool How ’tis to be – by soft brush swiped with chocolate shades of Christmas; to feel one’s cheeks, once so milk-white, wiped out – by melted orange? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, December 2018 Inspired by the poem ‘False but Beautiful’ by John Rolin Ridge.
Profit Clamping
‘Empty Car Park’ image from Wikimedia.commons Ex policeman’s on his rounds, prowling Aberystwyth’s grounds. He’s sniffing through the inner zone; he wants to catch you all alone. Dare you break the madman’s rules? Don’t you go and break his tools. Better get your permit out – save yourself without a shout! If you wantContinue reading “Profit Clamping”
Poppy
‘Poppy on East Hill, Sudbury’ by Jay Cool Poppy is a blood-red word, No pulse, now lost No heartbeat, hampered Called out for World War’s cost. Yet poppies, red and proud, Sit high atop Linen suits in crowds Giving life to men’s non-stop Legs that march to beat of drum As sockets swing Arms,Continue reading “Poppy”
Longings
{John Clare had a lot to answer for, when he wrote ‘I am’.} Image courtesy of Pixabay.com (creative commons) I long for scenes where sweet goods tread A place where I can stop and stare A place to eat my chocolate spread, to pick and choose from all the fare. I long for scenes where tyrantsContinue reading “Longings”
Silly Poem – A Lie-In
{Written after a reading of William Wordsworth’s ‘A Slumber did my spirit steal’.} A Pixabay.com image (creative commons) A lie-in did my daughter steal; my goodwill then did vanish. She seemed to me a rum-old deal – her mess I had to manage! No conscience had she then, of course; she slept on through to lunch.Continue reading “Silly Poem – A Lie-In”
Tribute to A. E. Housman
{Sparked off by a reading of Charles Causley’s ‘I Am the Song’.} I am a puzzle, e’en to myself; My thoughts, they tend to wander To Shropshire’s hills, all blue like Smurfs; to A. E. Housman – under! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018
Washed-Out Socks
‘Washed Socks’ by Jay Cool Pink socks, and green, hanging out to dry – mingling into amber. A shade that suits a sallow skin – the ageing flakes of yellowed feet. Shreds and slivers, peels of the past, hanging. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018
Lady
{Arrived home, one afternoon in October, to a welcoming party of ladybirds.} Lady Ladies welcome me back, welcome me home, framing my door, sealing my windows, guarding my post. A warning? A storm? Tsunami? A famine? The end? Or the start of tomorrow? Opening my door, I move on through – flying in theContinue reading “Lady”
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