Boston Beans Brunch at Prado

‘Lost at Prado’ Inspired by brunch at Prado Lounge Café Bar . Egg yolk bursts forth. Happy vibes for ailing poets. Smoky beans begging to be seen. Skins spiced up to tingle tired has-beens. Mini-browns, promoted hash, bunched in old-tin cup, begging to be free – to be dipped in sauce – to be liftedContinue reading “Boston Beans Brunch at Prado”

Cottages in the Myddle

Inspired by a trip to Myddle, home to my paternal ancestors. Composed, accompanied by a pot of tea, in a Prado Lounge Café Bar. ‘Cottages in Myddle’, photographed by Jay Cool Neglected cottages. A terrace of three, hidden from road’s view by guarded bushes. Avoiding camera’s view. My mind travels in between brickwork cracked andContinue reading “Cottages in the Myddle”

Thoughts

Composed whilst partaking of a recovery pot of tea in a Prado Lounge Café Bar. Banish the thoughts of others thinking. The only thoughts that matter are your own. Thoughts – for the taking. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2018

Lonely Hand

‘Hands Folded Woman’ image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons) Lovers’ hands still holding on, gripped, suckered, stuck like the suckers on windows of wooden toy-shop arrows bought, aimed, fired, landed, then pulled off, popped off; all leftover traces of once-was washed off without regard by a sloppy window cleaner. And a note shared through a door;Continue reading “Lonely Hand”

Falling Backwards

  Felixstowe, Suffolk No. Not in this car. Not in an 1100cc Ford Escort. It’s not a hill we’ll ever make our way up to the front. Us kids in the back – we’ll fall back down, slip backwards – disjointed. Whilst our parents; our mother, and our father at the wheel carry on upContinue reading “Falling Backwards”

Protocol Prison

Inspired by a portrait on display at a Prado Lounge Café Bar. Portrait in Prado Lounge Café Bar (artist unknown to author) Marbled fingers, pen in hand, barely gripped – just placed to sign. With inkless nib. Hands not his own – dummy’s hands, Top Shop hands. Wrists detached, concealed by golden-wrist watch. Arms thatContinue reading “Protocol Prison”

Sealed in at Wroxeter

Inspired by a visit to Wroxeter, home to some of my ancestors, in Shropshire  (August 2018), and composed in a Prado Lounge Café Bar in Suffolk. Box Pews at a church in Selattyn, Shropshire Doors click open. Let me in and latch me in, keeping me seated. Listening. The Vicar steps up, announces himself, boxesContinue reading “Sealed in at Wroxeter”