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.
All routes out long
Copyright owned by Jay Cool
Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian
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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