And yet another exciting, ripple-inducing comedy evening, hosted by our emcee, PJ! PJ’s on a bit of a roll already, telling rip-roaring jokes about Europe, pensions and Brownies. Pretty sure that there’s a connection – somewhere – between this trio, but I’m a trifle distracted by the contortions of our emcee’s lips. Somehow the dipped-upperContinue reading “Grunts and Glurks at The Tap”
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Plucked
Flat roofed garages, expanding up, over and beyond; consuming abandoned cars and tarmacked roads; foundations dug deep, where roots should burrow. Vast seas of greyness, housing nothing of use; no householder steps over concrete slabs of pavements; rivers dividing breath from the abandoned depths of simple storage solutions. Godly hand reaches down from blue skyContinue reading “Plucked”
Expiration
Expiration is not my desire. ‘Autumn Tree’ by Jay Cool To don an orange wig is not to wear a portent, or to be tree laden with oranges midst autumn leaves of speckled brown, muted tan or luminous yellow; a sign of the seasons, confused, muddled and merging into one. For years and years, IContinue reading “Expiration”
Audacious
‘Books’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com You need to start thinking, my good husband said. You must make a plan; you must think ahead! All of those books that you know you possess The kids will not want them – they’ll just make a mess! I realise he’s right, and I do start to think. HowContinue reading “Audacious”
Love is a Bin
‘Wetherlite in Prado’ by Jay Cool Love is a Bin [A tribute to a lonely-green bin, viewed from a Prado window.] A green bin, super-sized, groans, as old lady swishes by in electric chair; wheels loving the rain. And old man, on pavement over, wheeled and water-eeled – follows on – unknowing, taking over. GreenContinue reading “Love is a Bin”
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”
Salt Waves
‘East Hill, Sudbury’ by Jay Cool [Inspired by a walk up East Hill, in inland Sudbury, after partaking of an excellent brew in Prado Lounge.] Dirty docks, seagulls and chips, fishing nets, trawlers and tankers, drunken sailors and fishermen leering and lurching at ladies, whilst lurking in bars with their pints. Beaches of pebbles, jarringContinue reading “Salt Waves”
Midlife
Inspired by the church bells of St. Peter’s, Sudbury, Suffolk. St. Peter’s Church, Sudbury Ringing bells, marking time. Midday. One half gone. Other half revs up, accelerates, wants to be done. I yank it back. Preventative. This half of me is staying put. By Jay Cool, September 2018
Portrait in Middle Age
Inspired by portrait of a middle-aged gentleman, on display in a Prado Lounge Café Bar (artist’s name unknown by poet!). Portrait in Prado Lounge Café Bar, Suffolk (artist unknown) Sons born. Some gone. Dead. Daughters birthed, raised up, married, survived – or died in childbirth. Wife disillusioned, tired, but – still living. Job done. TimeContinue reading “Portrait in Middle Age”
Gainsborough’s Market
I catch a glimpse of Gainsborough’s knee. Brush and palette above it stand floating. Protruding. A man at war, with gun to kill – half-cocked – not ready. He hesitates a while – allows other men to do the job in hand. He watches, thinks, but feels unable to run. Feet frozen, tailcoat stuck. Committed.Continue reading “Gainsborough’s Market”
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