24 Feb

79. Grey

I’ve been away – physically away (and parted from the internet for a while) and mentally away since my return. The poem below probably sums it up. The picture is, of course, the Guggenheim in Bilbao, which we visited on a cold grey January day.


Cold grey

Not the crisp off-white chill of ice or snow

Not the warm grey of clouds of summer rain

A dull day



Grey thoughts

Not the frisson of grey approaching dusk

Not the warm grey sea of semi-dreaming

Dull thoughts



Grey life

No tinge of green, blue, gold, emergent spring

No warmth of summer or of autumn colours gleaming

Just grey



Grey skies

No other colour except beige dry grass

Nothing quickening the winter mind

A grey day


Posted by on February 24, 2015 in poetry



5 responses to “Grey

  1. Kat Soini

    February 28, 2015 at 1:41 pm

    Oh excellent, I really like this. It has the kind of drifting, disjointed feel to it that well matches the topic.

    • jaymountney

      February 28, 2015 at 2:15 pm

      I always feel really good when you like my poems!!

      • Kat Soini

        March 1, 2015 at 8:57 pm

        I don’t think I’ve ever not liked your poems 😀

  2. jaymountney

    March 1, 2015 at 10:53 pm

    Yes but… I don’t post many of them, and when I do I’m quite startled when someone I regard as a ‘real’ poet likes them. 😀

  3. nickthiwerspoon

    March 10, 2015 at 9:08 pm

    Reblogged this on Nick Thiwerspoon.


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