Inspiration borrowed from ‘The Oval Portrait’, a short story by Edgar Allan Poe. I sit and, whilst sitting here, ripe, if not ready, for the coppicing, the length of the brush offers sparse protection against the swoop of desire. Later, during the sweeping, I will swipe myself back into the pith of the Ash.Continue reading “Savvy Poem – Ash Portrait”
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Savvy Poem – The Reassembling
Inspired by a sentence borrowed from Tim Winton’s ‘Cloudstreet’:’Clean and new, that’s what I want.’ (p.330, 1991) Old and scratched, worn out and worn by others, by the ghosts of people who once were, and still are, of the people who still live on in bits of me. And I make my own scratches, myContinue reading “Savvy Poem – The Reassembling”
Savvy Poem – Concrete
With morning sun lacking, I feel my morning enthusiasm pestering, wanting, wanting to relax, drift off, escape. Holding it back, keeping it reigned in, I order it to stay and I put it into words of concrete. Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian,Continue reading “Savvy Poem – Concrete”
Silly-Serious Poem – Stomach
Churning, whirring, refusing to settle for a new day; convincing itself it’s not that time quite yet. Not ready for things to come. Preferring the solitude of a zone still sleeping. Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image by Wolfgang Claussen from Pixabay Silly Poem – Waiting Silly Poem – Late is LateContinue reading “Silly-Serious Poem – Stomach”
Silly Poem – Late is Late
Late is late and once late there is nothing to be done about it – nothing that can be undone; there it is stuck out there all on it’s own LATE. Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 ImageContinue reading “Silly Poem – Late is Late”
Silly Poem – Christmas is Murder
‘I hate Christmas – it’s murder!’ she said. ‘If it wasn’t for breakfast, I’d stay in my bed. Why eat a turkey, for lunch and for tea? Why kill this planet, when a lie-in’s for free?’ Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, December 2019 Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears Savvy Poem – Old TownsContinue reading “Silly Poem – Christmas is Murder”
Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears
Shrivelled leaves. Shrivelled leaves clinging to tree trunks, looking for all the world like cousins to the chameleons who change the tone and shades of their skin to avoid the beady eyes of predators. Only these Chilton residents are neither leaves or chameleon cousins. Once known as ‘Jews’ Ears’, now more appropriately named Jelly Ears,Continue reading “Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears”
Silly-Savvy Adventure – Pumping the Bellows
Patterns, pipes and kneeling pads surround me as I step up the aisle of St Gregory’s Church. Sadly, the organ pipes lie redundant, with no-one to pump the bellows, and no organist to announce my approach with my chosen hymn. Still, I don’t suppose anyone was expecting me – were they? And do I evenContinue reading “Silly-Savvy Adventure – Pumping the Bellows”
A Something Poem – January Blues
January slumps, grumping and grumbling at lives struggling against the tumble. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020
Silly Poem – Everything
You don’t always get the thing that is everything, because the thing that is everything you already have. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020 Image by Klaus Hausmann from Pixabay Other posts by Jay Cool: Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton Cheer Savvy Book – The Last Savvy Comedy – Running Order
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