Decrusted

A response to the poem ‘On Clothes’, by Kahlil Gibran (as featured on poem-a-day). If the ‘wind longs to play with’ my ‘hair’, let it flatten rather than flick and fly with all that is split with it. And, if ‘the earth delights to feel’ my ‘bare feet’, let it pumice and pummel all of…

Rooted Toe

Six inches of snow predicts my toe, then tells me to purchase fur boots. I’m not one to argue, after all my toe’s gone through, with a message sent up from my roots. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Jan 2019 Inspiration taken from a reading of Robert Frost’s ‘Winter Lull’.