Hunched-up ladies huddle by the sea
Shivering, wrapped up in the sun.
Tied up in coarse rope.
Anchored to the pebbled beach.
Unable to even shuffle.
Howling unintelligible tones.
Gagged.
And blinded.
Path markers.
All routes out long
gone.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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